Sheep have spent much time with seafarers, they are frequently overboard, often by choice (and as often for unsavory reasons we shan’t consider). So, yes, sheep can swim.
Despite “sheep overboard” being a statement of curious fact, you’ve already guessed this metaphor stares us in the face.
We are the sheep, the simple folk. We are being jettisoned.
They say the brains of children are changing, affected by technological times and the pace of life. They also say childhood is lost sooner in these troubling times, while ironically adults are failing to grow up.
Whichever, this we know: eons of village life is ended and virtual global entities enclose the noosphere in a homogenizing impermeable layer that calls our tune too well.
Times are indeed changing us, a little too rapidly.
The editor no longer feels elation, or thrills at life. He’s lived too long, seen and read too much. Even life-changing luck would evoke only tears that happiness is but blind ignorance on today’s Earth. Age and empathy enforce guilt that no fortune can erase.
There is no joy on this planet while half are hungry and nearly all are poor.
Such dark broodings drive the melancholy on SheepOverboard.com.
For which I’m sorry but that’s old age.
