According to Diane Ackerman's A Natural History of Senses, the human has 11,000 taste buds in their mouths while the cow has 25,000. Imagine what that mouthful of grass must taste like. The explosion every time the cow takes a bite. How the cow can taste whether the grass has been in the sun or the rain. How even a bee stopping to offload pollen must make all the difference.
And we call someone sluggish cow-like? I want my writing to be by the power of 25,000 today, not a measly 11,000.
And now a quote ...
"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware." Henry Miller
And lastly, a song ...
Indigo Sisters, Closer to Fine.
Heck, it's only life after all. This is all very un-British of me, I know, but hurrah for that.
I'm going to write BIG today!
