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Allow me to tell a simple tale of a simple horse. He was a young horse, named
Lazy. Now, Lazy loved to run and roam the seeming unlimited vastness of the
beautiful land upon which he was born, living care free, spirited, unbroken, and
unbridled to anything or anyone — or so he thought — until one day he had
wandered long enough and far enough to find that he had arrived at a barrier that
stood as an impediment to his desire of further travel and exploration of life and all
its wonderment of mysteries. Men call such a contrivance a fence.
This unexpected event caused Lazy no small concern; because he had always
been taught, by those older and wiser horses, to believe that horses are free to go
wherever their hearts and hooves would take them. As he stood there, the barrier
before him, Lazy considered jumping the obstacle that barred him from his curiosity
laden quest. He could do that easily, but should he? The barrier must exist for a
reason and a purpose, he thought to himself.
For a split second, Lazy began to waver, almost doubting the sacredly held
truths all young horses are taught to believe as absolute, indisputable, foundational
truths of creation, life, and existence upon the plains. A thought, totally independent
of all he had been taught, rose fleetingly to the surface of his horse mind: Am I but a
prisoner, a slave, mere cattle upon the land? Instinctively, the ingrained teaching
***
Many years had gone by, and Lazy was a young horse no more, for old age had
overtaken him. The years had made him, not only older but, wiser. And to those who
came to him questioning the wisdom of Horus, in placing the Great Fence of Horus
around the plains of all Horse-kind, he would proudly tell them that he could not
prove what happens to those who jump the Great Fence of Horus to go to the beyond
of the outside world. He did not wish to witness such sufferings firsthand, himself,
and neither should they. But, he could tell them, for a fact, that his eyes had
witnessed righteous horses translated and carried away in the Chariot of Horus, to
live with him forever.
Most would stand in awe of his testimony and his wisdom as one of those older
and wiser horses. But, there were always some who would not listen, and chose to
risk eternal damnation for themselves in sinning by stubbornly insisting upon
questioning the order of all horse existence. Such poor souls, sooner or later, would
end up jumping the Great Fence of Horace to go to the beyond of the outside world,
only to wander aimlessly in misery of unquenchable thirst and hunger, to soon meet
their deaths in fear of the eternal suffering to come. He had considered as much —
once. But that had all changed when he was truly converted, in that moment when
the spirit that instills the fear of Horus came upon him. He had truly witnessed the
salvation of Horus. His eyes had also seen the fate of those whose lack of faith had
aroused the anger of Horus — a fate that sent chills rippling through his spine at its
every remembrance.
“You'll understand one day, young horses, when you are older as I am. That
is, if you wisely obey the Sacred Words of Horus — turn yourselves from the youthful
lusts that lead to rebellion — you shall each live long, happy, and contented lives. It
shall not be long now, for time has its way of catching up to us all, and you shall see
me die — or you shall see me no more. I pray I am found worthy of being translated
into eternal life. It is for Horus to decide who is righteous and worthy of such honor.
But, young friends, when you look across the plains to see dust gathering upon
the horizon, then, know your redemption is nigh. Do not fear. Most of all, do not
***
His front hooves gently pawing at the earth in the neighboring land of damned
to hell sinners and blasphemers, Quizzical ever so quizzically attempted to analyze
all that his cognizant horse mind and heart had just witnessed. There had been that
brief, fleeting, moment when his youthful years of programmed mental conditioning
— implanted by those older and wiser horses as taskmasters of the Assembly of
Horus' One Religion For One Kingdom of Horses that had been organized by the
ancient sages and decreed as the law of the plains in accordance with the Sacred
Words of Horus — had come very near to causing him to, impulsively, jump back to
the other side of the Great Fence of Horus in order to prove his faith and
righteousness. But, in that instant of almost mindless obedience to conditioned
response, something deep inside him had screamed out the two letter word, “No! … I
must learn to think freely … I must learn to think for myself … And I must learn to
make decisions for myself as to what is right for me in my life … I am a free thinking
horse … From this day forward, I am no longer cattle!”
A cascading stream of independent thoughts had sprung into existence within
his mind, as neurons that had rarely experienced electrical activity began to
creatively generate new thoughts of a future based upon free thinking. There was no
doubt, whatsoever, that he was afraid of learning that he was wrong and truly
doomed to eternal damnation, but what had Lazy's life of cattle-like cow-towing
gotten him for all of his years of service to a god who had slaughtered him, in a
moment of weakness of the flesh, for simply being a horse — when all plains roaming
horses are terrified of being corralled in tightly confined spaces and are easily panic
stricken by explosively loud noises?
To make matters more fearfully confusing, the Chariot of Horus resembled a
***
Struggling to heed the words of his own youthful wisdom, Quizzical quietly
observed as the two dead horses were magically pulled into the Chariot of Horus by
his angelic beings. He hoped that Horus would have mercy on them and bless them
***
The bull-like bellowing that always preceded the departure of the Chariot of
Horus suddenly jolted Quizzical out of his contemplative reverie as the realization of
a new fear made it appear most imperative that he should make urgent hast to get the
hell gone while the gettin' was good. He could philosophize upon the plains of
greener, safer, pastures — elsewhere, and far less deadly. Hell, for all he knew,
maybe there was a pretty young filly out there, somewhere, just waiting for another
sinner to happen along. One thing for certain, if he ever met that filly, he would raise
his offspring to make their own decisions — to be free thinkers. Because, he had
learned, of a surety this day, that the only true sin, other than that of harming others,
was that of wasting a good mind on horse-shit fairy-tale lies fabricated by horses
unworthy of your trust — or your respect ...
Not without some sense of loss for all the friends and loved ones he was leaving
behind in Horus' Kingdom of Horses, Quizzical turned back to take one last look at
the Chariot of Horus — that rut of old thinking tugging heavily upon him, as he was
sure it would for quite some time to come, before at long last being relegated to the
shadowy mists of a past that had sought to enslave him just as it had all those older
and wiser horses like Lazy. He realized, now, that, it was not only that old Lazy was
too lazy to learn to think for himself — allowing others to do your thinking and
decision making for you is truly easier, but not very wise — Lazy's life terminating
sin was not that of allowing fear to override his faith in Horus, but that of allowing