For though you might have ten thousand fathers, yet you do not have many instructors
The coupling of the doves is seen and known, as is the coupling of the hawks, but amongst the crows it is neither seen nor known. The γεννάω of crows is unimagined. We know of their breaking shells upon the rocks below, and their plucking of eyes and nestlings. We have seen them turn in profile upon the midden. Poetry tells of the crow’s learning eye, its beak wiping voice of caution, and its measured but daring gait. The crow lives half under the wing of the eagle and half over the milk of the dove. They are not the begotten of their organs of generation, but nor do they resolve the problems that history sets continually before them.
Ears/Hear!
