I’ve been thinking about horses and riders lately. Most of us are horses, some of us are riders, some of us are horses in one place and riders in another, but nobody is only a rider. I remember a Bob Dylan line about you have to serve somebody, so you need to make choices. The only people who are exclusive riders are either mad or isolated from the rest of the world.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen any anarchist symbols, lots of screaming skulls, but no anarchists. However, I saw one yesterday. I thought to myself, there’s someone who doesn’t want to be a horse. I also wondered, do they want to be a rider? Would they admit to that if asked?
Since I’m a follower of Hume (Humist? Humic? Humorist?), I doubt there will ever be a riderless/horseless society. Probably the best we can hope for is a benign universe where the riders show compassion to the horses and nobody hands out hemlock throat lozenges. (Nasty cough there. open wide and say ‘ahhh,’ please.)