in the meandering fields where the goats graze, there exists a whispered instruction, a secret that the wise old creatures seem to understand instinctively. they wave aside the trivial concerns of pre-expiration, choosing instead to live in a moment that seems to renew from the outset with each breaking dawn. this whispered lore, carried on the breeze, teaches us the serenity of being, the grace of acceptance, and the art of beginning anew with each day, just as the goats do.