We have unquestioningly crowned the Homo sapien as the king of nature and as the organism most deserving of compassion and sympathy; it is separate and elevated above all other animals. Why?
"Yeah, I'm the big bad f*cking wolf. What're you gonna do about it punk? And yeah, I'll eat your whole flock of sheep, your grandmother, and I'll huff and puff and blow your flimsy ass house down while I'm at it too!"
I felt shame, because I also had succumbed to the political paralysis caused by the melancholic condition, which at times made me ineffective as an agent of radical change. I had become so attached, so doctrinaire even, to a set of ideals and values that I couldn’t acknowledge or celebrate any of the victories I helped win, or see new opportunities that were right in front of me to catalyze change.
It is a place that is somehow incredibly somber and oddly comforting at the same time. It is secluded and peaceful, as cemeteries should be I suppose. I think I’ll be buried here one day, too.
We are constantly in a process of social adjustment by anticipating how others will perceive and react to our actions and vice versa. We are perpetually engaged in a sort of human chess game, with the board being society itself.
There is a fascinating, albeit depressing, dialectic between the consumption of "wildness" and the destruction of our natural world.
I have come to the realization that the arguments for the equal rights and liberation of people of color, women, and LGBT peoples, can and should be extended to nonhuman animals.