Secretly, at least, we are all concerned with death, judgment and a final destiny, whether it is some incontrovertible formality, a yet unconsidered country, or simply what it is.
Some end of time or days or dreams or ages is inevitable for us all. The old tug us forward with all their feeble strength. There will be a reunion of their ideas and our own – the last things – somewhere along the rambling pig paths that approach divine or desolation.
We are all concerned with last things. For humans it is concern of debt, death, judgment, and the final destiny of the soul. But pigs think more about the evenings arrangements for bedding down than about the bolt from the blue, the butcher or the bacon.
the Porcine Oracle