Feral Bulls Patrolling the Spanish Countryside and Responsibility to Others

Sometimes we think we are our bald head or our bad skin that refuses to adhere to our will, or that we are our beautiful face or our perfect voice. None are true, all such perceptions are the offings of so many feral bulls patrolling the Spanish countryside.

Nor are we our car or suburban mansions, nor are we our poverty, nor our mental illness, our perfect body or our earthly cravings. While our consistent individual choices may, over time, nudge these ephemeral vessels into something sublime or into something beyond our imaginations and thereby obtain for us wealth, power, fame and favor, or by those same choices just as easily destroy what was or had the potential for greatness, we are more a product of all that have come before and we are more a reality because of all who surround us to give our efforts, our talents and our actions meaning and worth.

Consequently, we are, in essence nothing without others, nothing without the connections that span time and place. So how can we then be at times so self-despising and so dismissive of our responsibility to others?