Monday, April 21, 2003

�Distinguished� Mr. Sheep
Today on my way home, I noticed truckloads of cheering, shouting, sloganeering, rowdy groups of political �sheep� being ferried to a rally. I tried to look at the face of one young man on top of a bus. But he was faceless: just another head to a headcount of hundreds.
And then I realized. All along I had believed in the fallacy that I was better off, but despite my exalted education and my prudish indignation of the faceless man atop the bus, how different am I from my own peers? No rallies and bus tops, but boardrooms and classrooms. Just another faceless head adding to the headcount of hundreds. Sheep nevertheless! Sheep nevertheless!

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