Train of Thought


Initial thought:

I am annoyed by the cow paths of compacted soil made by pedestrians’ short cuts.

Google “Cow Path”:

-Easements in the Loop that originally were included in the 1840 sale of parcels by Willard Jones, farmer. The easements were negotiated in the real estate deal in order for cows from Jones’ remaining farm to access pasture just outside the still developing Chicago Business District. The easements are legally binding to this day. (Check out 100 West Monroe.)
-“Don’t pave the cow path”: In techno speak it means don’t use makeshift solutions in cloud infrastructure.
-Calf Path
A poem by Sam Walter Foss (1858-1911)

One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail, as all calves do.
Since then three hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bellwether sheep
Pursued the trail o’er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bellwethers always do.
And from that day, o’er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made,
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged and turned and bent about,
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because ’twas such a crooked path;
But still they followed — do not laugh —
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked
Because he wobbled when he walked.
This forest path became a lane,
That bent, and turned, and turned again.
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet.
The road became a village street,
And this, before men were aware,
A city’s crowded thoroughfare,
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed that zigzag calf about,
And o’er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They follow still his crooked way,
And lose one hundred years a day,
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.
A moral lesson this might teach
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.
They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move;
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah, many things this tale might teach —
But I am not ordained to preach.

Final Thought/Question: Were there ever any wild cows?
Geneticists from the National Museum of Natural History in France found that domesticated cows came from a single herd of an extinct species of ox called aurochs that had been domesticated in a small area in Iran over 10,000 years ago.

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2 Responses to Train of Thought

  1. jnmllr says:

    Aurochs rock???? or In a 25,000 year Groove….

    Letter from Southern France: First Impressions : The New Yorker

    “If they bypassed certain walls that to us seem just as suitable for decoration as ones they chose, the placement of the art apparently wasn’t capricious. In the course of some twenty-five thousand years, the same animals—primarily bison, stags, aurochs, ibex, horses, and mammoths—recur in similar poses, illustrating an immortal story. For a nomadic people, living at nature’s mercy, it must have been a powerful consolation to know that such a refuge from flux existed.”

    What does the world’s oldest art say about us?
    by Judith Thurman

  2. jnmllr says:

    Also: sorry, but modern architecture was invented to straighten out this crooked path. Viz. Le Corbusier’s ‘Ville Radieuse’

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