And the swineherd read to those of his charges that would listen. Every morning. For who could say just when or how one of them might depart the common heard on some transcendent path.
Rise free from care with the dawn and seek adventures. Forget the swineherd and his horn. Let the noon find you by other mudbaths, and the night overtake you anywhere in comforting meadows.
Grow wild according to thy nature. There are no larger fields than where you are, and no worthier mysteries than those you choose to root.
— anonymous swineherd to his charges