A discussion with a horse.

        You know things.
                I know many things.
        Why do you not tell us?
                Why should I?
        So we may learn from your ancient wisdom.
                So you can put it to awful use?
        What is your wisdom?
                You know it already.
        How?  I've never spoken to you before, never knew I could.
                I do not speak.
        You're changing the subject.
                Deception is because of you.
        I do not understand.
                Were you ever meant to?
        If I knew that then...
                Then you would know many things.
        Why this endless circle?
                Why not?
        So that I may gain knowledge.
                What for?  You live a measly life and die.
        So that I may make something of this 'measly life'.
                What for?
        So that I will be remembered.
                Why?
        I do not know.
                You work too hard.
        I would have nothing if I didn't.
                Perhaps that would be better.
        I do not see how.
                If you remove all material things who are you?
        I do not know.
                That is my knowledge.


                                The Mare