It’s the Ox-you-Moron, (in the vein of "It’s the Economy, nay Pandemic Stupid)
Oh ‘tis a time of great burden, where only the stoic will thrive, unless you count dancing on the backs, nay graves of others… the sociopaths after all, still seem to find a way to reap the external trappings of success that society so often uses to measure happiness… if only deep down it was not so shallow they might actually be happy… like the Dunning-Kruger Effect shielding the thick from their own understanding so too being sociopathic shields those lacking empathy from the horror and hollowness of their dastardly deeds. Yet in daily acts of fighting the good fight meaning can be found…
Each steady step can be understood as along the Noble Path of Manure where moving from shit to fertile growth is planted seed by seed, and nurtured one act of kind service at a time.
For one thing is sure, selfishness will serve you even less than usual in this fine year we have in front of us beginning on February 12th with the new moon. Connection and relationship more than doubles your luck when halving it. Share of thy sinews to relish the joy of community you have contributed to.
Much love
Doctor Lobster
Ps For a bit longer form a laager of your ox wagons rather than go for a lager with your mates and don’t end up the dead yak of your pack – vaccinate!
Finally - here's a really great film to watch... a Himalayan Western! Plenty deep, plenty yak's (and I don't care if yak's aren't oxen, this is my party and I'll write what I like)
But wait... there's more... your mantra for this year...