When God wanted to create the horse, he said to the South Wind, "I want to make a creature of you. Condense." And the Wind condensed.
With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod, A thousand horses - the wild - the free - Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on.
In riding a horse, we borrow freedom.
A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.
It's a lot like nuts and bolts - if the rider's nuts, the horse bolts!
A horse will never tire of a rider who possesses both tact and sensitivity because he will never be pushed beyond his possibilities.
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