Light from a clouded sun brings warmth yet seems so damp and cold, the water in the air is devouring the heat as if it to be the essence of life. Barnacles of the dead sea leave scars that birth rot when the surface layer is removed to see the tales only written in the leather of subjects hide. Birthed with thought and the great knowledge of the past, forgotten to the world. Left is but the pride of mankind thinking superiority came from communal talk. Grunts and moans of a creature less than the ones who become a voiceless, yet the effrontery is already infecting ones who think in similar tongues. A disease of both mind and being.

Suffering is something that the human body has encountered and gave us this shape, yet to see this wisdom is transmogrified into a catalyst of the mindset that we are but better than those of the quad legged or other. Basking in this we have gave dictations that even the plentiful gods of mans creation have dictated that these animals we so passionately call them, only because a spoken word is binding to the human form and not to the one who looks to them as masters.

This has turned us into a megalomaniacal that has left us with a god who says all those bellow a human has not a soul and will never see paradise, yet those very beings shunned by a human creation carry far more a load then even the hundreds of humans claim to carry. Yet in silence the animals carry on as the bawking cries of the human are consoled for being legible to the commons. Mankind dictates a value to something based on how well is serves us with yet not a complaint. The more like this then the more they become enslaved to our need of rule. We make choices daily that would tackle life and limb that is just to us, yet cost the lives of animals that are intrinsic to our very being.

I speak not in the words of saying we cannot have meat in our diets, for shame the ones who try to make that argument. For it is so weak that the very mind that considered it a answer is the same as the ones who think our being is a gift of godliness. We are beings that grew beside the ones with fur and scale, feather and mucus. For so long we devised them as friends and lovers of life and its bounty. They gave us comfort in times of cold and shadow in the heat. Now we devised things that do that, the animal that gave us those things for thousands of years is culled so we can make more things to have reason to cull more of the only things that protected us at night. Now we call them walls and windows, I think we were better of when the walls where not of wood and compounds of human mecanations. But of stone and straw, That when we suffered along side these creatures, they suffered with us. Now we see them, as a being of sufferage to deal with. How odd, how cruel to the means of life.

Until later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.