Derived from private extraterrestrial photographs,
              here is how things are on one world:
 

it is ostensibly run by a large cow herd;
it has two separate atmospheric layers 
that completely encircle and encase the planet;
the bottom one reaches from the ground to 
the top of the cows’ necks,
and the upper one goes on from there.
The two layers are of such different chemical composition that the cows constructively live in two different worlds:
one from their hoofs up to their heads,
and a second, from their heads on up.
Make no mistake, 
every cow is still objectively a unified creature,
but each one subjectively feels they live a split existence.
 
 

From the ground up to their heads,
the herd lives by pure instinct;
no thinker understands its collective behavior;
the way it runs furiously in one direction --
--  then without any signal -- 
suddenly changes speed, and course as though the herd itself had its own intelligence.
In that bottom region from the hooves to the head,
all cows are substantially the same,
but in the upper atmospheric level 
in which their heads live  --  the picture changes.
 
 

            If from their hooves to their heads,
            the cows have more in common than 
            they have differences,
            from the head up, 
            the situation seems nearly the opposite.
 
 

Because of the different densities of the separate atmospheres, and the ever-present dust stirred up 
by the constant movement of the herd’s hooves,
each cow’s head is pretty much unaware of what goes on below it, down in the lower level --
--  plus, they do not need to be since everything down there is programmed to operate automatically;
thus the bovines’ heads have been left with a certain amount of free time from the mundane, 
hooves-on concerns of physical survival,
and life in the upper, heady atmosphere, 
rich in complexities unknown at the lower level, 
has given rise in the cows’ heads to a thoroughly,
bovid-created, dream world -- almost a second reality: one that is distinctly different from the dusty, musky, always muscular & physical one 
in which they live from their heads down. 
 
 

In this less heavy, more rarified air
each cow’s head has become involved in a
constant activity of make believe;
the herd as a whole even has several collectively shared daydreams which seem to help hold it together, 
and as long as their individual head-musings
do not threaten the health of the herd,
each cow is more or less free to engage in whatever
forms of make believe it wishes.
 
 
 

     The photographs show a place of 
     much vitality & creativity  --  a world that flourishes!
     But closer examination of a certain sort
     reveals that a few cows 
     are not all that excited with the situation,
     and here is what bothers them:
     their heads believe that they live in an atmosphere
     that is different from the one in which 
                         the rest of their body lives.

                     
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.........(you can guess the rest).
 
 
 

The ill are constantly offered treatment;
why do they not accept it?