Dangling carrot and plodding donkey. An indelible image of American folklore. It’s easy to laugh at and pity the donkey. Eyes glazed over, dimwitted. If he were more clever, he might stop and lunge at the carrot, chomping away. Then surely he would be happy. More clever still, he might stand his ground until the ante was upped. He might know he is easily worth 5 carrots and could have them orbiting his face like an infant’s mobile. Yet even with an armada of carrots for him to chase and eat to his heart’s delight, even then we would never envy the donkey. Not as a human, nor as a fellow donkey. With that many carrots we may wonder how he would know the proper direction to go in, each enticing him down a different path. And he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He’d start and stop in spurts, frustrating his witless driver, wearing himself down with his burdensome load. Never reaching his destination. A donkey blessed with consciousness (
Carrots Infinitum
Carrots Infinitum
Carrots Infinitum
Dangling carrot and plodding donkey. An indelible image of American folklore. It’s easy to laugh at and pity the donkey. Eyes glazed over, dimwitted. If he were more clever, he might stop and lunge at the carrot, chomping away. Then surely he would be happy. More clever still, he might stand his ground until the ante was upped. He might know he is easily worth 5 carrots and could have them orbiting his face like an infant’s mobile. Yet even with an armada of carrots for him to chase and eat to his heart’s delight, even then we would never envy the donkey. Not as a human, nor as a fellow donkey. With that many carrots we may wonder how he would know the proper direction to go in, each enticing him down a different path. And he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He’d start and stop in spurts, frustrating his witless driver, wearing himself down with his burdensome load. Never reaching his destination. A donkey blessed with consciousness (