To walk among the pigs To go where the pigs go And do as the pigs do To inhale the pungent stench of the pigs And truly savor the scent To sing the song of the pigs To build up a rapport To be one with the pigs To work shoulder to shoulder with the pigs On piglike projects To sweat like a pig And then to realize that pigs never sweat To wallow in the mud with the pigs To experience absolutely all that pigness entails To hear, to see To feel like a pig To think, eat And smell like a pig To comprehend completely what it is to be a pig To fully understand that you The pigs And all other things in the universe Are of the same ilk And then, to weed out all non-piggish things To fully cultivate and allow to blossom The flower that is the pig within your soul And to finally stand alone In the garden of the absolute, And pray And pray And pray Like a pig