Nagoni- Fichte kazao je da kad priroda i um zajedno su, to je apsolutum. Sa actus purusom kad slaze se osecanje to je nagon licnosti.

Npr. Dzordz Orvel - Zivotinjska Farma , gde psi predstavljaju ono gore napomenuto, a kao i u pesmi Pink Floyd-a - Dogs:

 

Dogs



You got to be crazy
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
And when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
Then moving in silently
Down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while
You can work on points for style
Like the club tie
And the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted
By the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye
Looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder
Harder and harder
As you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

And when you loose control
You'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown
As you go down
All alone
Dragged down by the stone

Gotta admint that
I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me
As if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake
Gotta try and shake off
This creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
How can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind
You just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable
And no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone

Ali mene je vratio u zivot crtani Svi psi idu u raj...

Hajde onda da umesamo, macke... 


Do kakvog ste promislenija dosli u vezi sa njima, pri citanju?

Али пси рата нису усамљени, јер рат је колективна работа. Такође, има онај израз "лајати из чопора" (више сам га приметио на форумима него у књижевности). Пре бих рекао да је предак пса вук онај који делује усамљено. Има Миле Китић песму "Вук самотњак"
Али вратимо се псима рата, такође постоји израз и "војник среће" за плаћенике, али остајем при Флојдима

Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather 'round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know the webs we weave

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

The dogs of war don't negotiate
The dogs of war won't capitulate,
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they've been there before
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

^ bez Watersa ja to ne racunam... 
Slazem se, vidjao sam to tumacenje mnogo puta... Mozda svaka kultura (nacija) ima svoje drugacije tumacenje.
Citao sam ja neku enciklopediju mitologije, primetio sam da se mitologije narocito mimoilaze u tumacenju nekih zivotinja ili bica, kako god... Primetio sam nordijsku i grcku da se bas razlikuju...

Sta je s onim...

Gladna sam k`o pas?

(obicno ja izgovorim, dok cekam nocni bus, kada se vracam iz nekog provoda ili kada se mnogo nesto istrosim  )

Драги кучићи (и вукови) су су стању да једу док им не пукне желудац...

Ju, nisam to znala.  Svakoga dana covek sazna nesto novo. 


Hajde malo simbolika pticica...

Gavran ( naravno Edgar A. Po), i ostale pticice... Orao, slavuj...

"paperjasti oblaci"...gde god da to procitam uvek se raznezim,jer nekako kao da me zagrle ruke moje mame ...asociraju me na neznost koja cuci u meni i ceka te ruke da izrone iz njih i zagrle me 

 

Laste- aluzija na vedro, plavo, svetlo nebo protkano veselim zracima.