One.
I don’t know what’s going on in anyone’s brain
but my own (and sometimes I barely know that).
I don’t know why most things happen. The chain
of cause and effect that led to this event or that
is too complex to ever trace.
For 200,000 years we’ve hunted and gathered
wisdom and knowledge that still can’t explain
lightning or consciousness or why I fell in love
with Christine in 1995. There is no end of history.
We’re just getting started!
Two.
A thing about sheep: there are always a few that would rather eat roadside grass than field grass. And farmers don’t maintain their fences like they should.
Three.
I love the strings at the end like an early 80s British TV production company ident.