Blackbirds fly east into the morning sun, they don't contemplate, they just fly. Some take position in the uppermost limbs of the barren winter trees while most feed on the ground. You, the few folks here who care, must reason why some of this gathering of birds are willing to forgo feeding for the common good.

Your answers, as members of a communal group of strange animals, will contribute towards our understanding of the nature of the cultural import of life.

Don't you think?