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Then, the sheep just roams around, sniffing a smell that is unknowable to it. It is a smell that would only be known to the wool sheep, those who aren't slaughtered in their sleep, and remain awake during the night due to the sound. That sound, accompanied with smell, is what keeps up the sheep during the night. Humans, however, don't share that quality. That smell, that sound, that sight, we know it all too well. However, unlike us humans, the sheep doesn't know of its doom. Very little can be done by the sheep as it is happening, and very little can even be known about before the deed is halfway done. Maybe it's bliss in the sheep's world, not knowing of your eventual demise. I envy them for it. However, that does not make me want to become a sheep. Although sheeping around seems all fun and games, I doubt that not having knowledge is all that better than having it. That is, in a way, another thing that may seem like a burden, but is actually a privilege.
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