The metamorphoses of the mind here, translated…
When I was five, I can tell by looking at first sight, the difference between a sheep and a goat. Because my maternal grandfather taught me a dumb way to differentiate: with the goatee, that’s a goat, without, a sheep. I’d killed more birds with this one stone. Later on, it’d made me learn what a goatee was. In the revolution of the literatures, the goatee belonged to the bad guys, it’s something they used.
When I turned twenty-five, someone told me, the goats that didn’t have a scent was like a woman who’s not sexy enough. Leading to believe, that the goats for food needed that taste of wild. I’d know, that goats don’t have that taste, while sheep do. Later as I’d read the Buddhist verses, it’d initiated my beliefs of becoming a vegetarian. And yet, it’s a dog-eat-dog world that we live in.
As I was thirty-five, I’d read the poem of an ancient Greek poet, “The night stars brought/everything the morning light spread out/brought home the sheep, the goats/brought the little shepherd boy back to his mother.”
the goat, painted in calligraphy style…from the papers online…
When I was fifty, I’d read the Holy Bible with, “Like a shepherd, separating the goats and the sheep, the goats to the left of oneself, the sheep to the right.” leading to the differentiation of good and evil in the world.
Then, on goats, let’s suppose I’ll grow to five hundred years old, on this day, I shall finally, completed my metamorphoses, we’d read, that there are, goats, and sheep in the world, they’re the same color of white. Atop a spiritual mountain, there are, snow-white beards. It’s a mountain, covered with white like that.
So, this, is the philosophy of life, how we’re all sheep and goats, the variations only happen, when we’re at the various stages in our lives, we’d, feel more like one, than the other.
Life, the Obstacle Course 