I am no sheep though I live on a great plain of grass and shepherds.

As Dylan Thomas wrote…

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

We’ve been trained from birth that the rules of men must be followed and revered and never questioned. If we come to a red light at a four-way stop in a flat land visible from all directions for miles with no one around, we stop. We don’t think for ourselves, we are sheeps.