You cannot remain unmoved by the gentleness and conformation
of a well-bred and well-trained horse--
More than a thousand pounds of big-boned, well-muscled animal,
slick of coat and sweet of smell, obedient and mannerly,
And yet forever a menace with his innocent power
and ineradicable inclination to seek refuge in flight,
And always a burden with his need to be fed, wormed and shod,
with his liability to cuts and infections, to laming and heaves.
But when he greets you with a nicker, nuzzles your chest,
and regards you with a large and liquid eye,
The question of where you want to be
and what you want to do has been answered.
--Albert Borgmann, Crossing the Postmodern Divide, 1992
Given to me by my best riding pal Tina who understands undoubtedly, why
