The cows on the run in Saint-Sévère, in Mauricie, remind me of the title of Henri Laborit’s book The eulogy of flight, or to this sentence of Nietzsche who recommends to his readers this: “Observe the herd grazing before your eyes…” Nietzsche liked to look at cows. “Because they ruminate as humans think…” he says somewhere in his writings. I look at this photo of sweet ruminants that make us dream so much. I like to imagine that nature, through them, calmly constructs a metaphor, but of what? What do these cows want to tell us in this sacred calm of which only they know the secret? Perhaps this spectacular fugue sends us a cry of distress. Relentless! Alarmist! “Stop the massacre in our slaughterhouses! Take the cows, pigs and hens out of their industrial prisons, they and they have the right, in the summer, to taste the sun, the open air, to peck the ground, to rummage in the earth, to graze on the sweet pasture fields intended for their animal happiness. » I like to imagine myself hearing these cows in their bovine language, in this zen silence which honors them, transforming the title of the famous book by Christiane Rochefort, a sort of bible of drop outsand say quite simply, beyond this coming winter: “Still happy that we are heading towards summer…”
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