Today I saw a horse in the dark. There was vegetable material, the long kind that horses like, and I heard it moving. I noticed it was a horse, as I suspected, because it is a familiar horse: That one lives there, in a rope. The moon was bathing parts of him and other parts enmeshed within the plant, it was a beautiful scene to see.
You take a nerdy child addicted to computer and put him with a horse for the rest of his life, and a bonding will appear more profound than the one he had with the computer before, it is just science and math: We have known horses for what, like, ages. We have seen them bathed in purple light, glowing with satyrs and other mythic creatures, so much talked about in metal bands. Yes, the relation is embedded in DNA, but is also much more than that. If we live near the horse, we are the horse, or if not, we become the horse. Because there is exchange of energy, exchange of heat, of telepathy: If telepathy does not exist, we would have to invent it! Because that Equine animal really moved me and continues to inspire! Lo, he continues to inspire!
Centaurs, unicorns, the list is neverending! A white horse is considered the symbol of beauty and four mythical of them, dreadful will end the aeon in the Apocalypse!
The glowing vision of that nightly horse frightens no-one, it is pure energy, feeling, color. Bathed in moonlight, you become the horse, that is exchange of experience, of life, of DNA. Memetics is a poor word to describe it. Existence surpassess all, and the absence of a belief or conviction transforms all that beauty in fuckless sacks of meat, useless biological machines: The existence may not be considered without the subjective observer, even if, for lack of a reason, the reason be that we simply cannot know more than our experience.