The horses stepped along in their own time and space.
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The horses can't comprehend what they're a part of. They simply go the way they're asked to go, thinking whatever horses are capable of thinking about the chore. What does a tame horse think of the tasks it's asked to perform? And how rude is it that we say, after taming a horse, that we "broke" it? That's a terrible self-confession of the sin committed on the horse! "Oh, yeah, that horse? It used to be a perfectly good horse doing its own horse things and being all horsey. But then I broke the fuck out of it. Totally not a horse anymore. Like that lamp I knocked off the end table. Just doesn't do lamp stuff anymore. Never be the same. Just a wreck of its former self. I'm so proud! Of the terror I inflicted on the horse, of course, and not what I did to the lamp."
It's like that Douglas Coupland quote from Generation X (unless it isn't but I love this quote so read it):
"And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened."
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