A goat doesn’t care who you have met with, work for, or lines of text on a business card. A stone is no respecter of persons.
Everything that I have ever experienced had been through my own senses, intellect and understanding. I know the world first and foremost through myself. And every time a goat kicks my milk pail and rock resists my pick I am reminded that I do not define reality. The world in which I find myself does not bend freely to my will.
Nothing knocks you out of the center of the universe like goat droppings in your face.