People are being said
that animals are beings who are sentient. First of all, it does allow them
not to recognize the same for the plants (yes, sinner we(l)come in hell). Beware that we are told this just like machines. It
is only an animal trait that one can recognize that an animal is an animal,
just like it takes one to recognize that. I doubt is that people are so anxious
to inform the ones that living in these godforsaken cities- though everyone
flew the countryside as it has been killed, depleted, dramatically shrunken and
tortured systematically.
So how come we do not focus on the
extraordinary intelligence and skills animals have and that of course including
what we cannot even possibly think.
Humans recognize to animals (for
their own sanity, because on surface (surfact-surfeit), humans want to
acknowledge what they can see on watching 5 seconds of another species, that
they are feeling that they are communication, (pretending utility) that they
are mimicking the average biologists would even dare? Are? to say).
BECAUSE THEY ARE WANTED
DEAD, OR AT OUR SERVICE, IN RESERVES OR IN THE BIN, JUST
BY EXTENSION EVERYTHING. OUR SOUL AND BEING.
Hear say, AS VAIN, as the void of
vanity.
Vanity-fair.
TO DENY OTHER SPECIES
INTELLIGENCE, SENSITIVITY, SENSIBILITY IS (EVERYTHING
FROM CAPACITY WE DO NOT HAVE A CLUE ABOUT, THAT WE CANNOT EVEN START TO SENSE-
OR MAKE SENSE OF- TO THEIR PROPENSITY SO ANIMALS SUCH AS PHILOSOPHY AND
POLITICS BAITS AND DEBATES) FOR
POTENTIAL SLAUGHETERS THE EQUIVALENT TO POINT TO THE HUMAN SPECIES AS BEING A
BUNCH OF HOLOGRAMS, AND THEREFORE
JUSTIFYING THE PREDATION EXERT ON THEIR FALSEHOOD AND/OR THEIR BEING LIFE
IMITATION/PALE REPRODUCTION, THE SHADOWS IN FACT.
Let’s imagine that humans meet their
technologically more potent predators’ species. To rob humans of their
humanities, the robots or others, whatever the categories of the people
operating the slaughters are in (or assimilated or viewed or understood as
fulfilling or ticking); they for example to justify the slaughters or predation (exploitation in our
lexicon) of humans to say, to theories, to divulgate and advertise
and mediatize (in case they need to make sure their population this more or
less embrace, and to disable dissent) that humans are mere, not more (meme
nightmare) holograms.
Thus, they could manage entirely to
justify humans’ feats, capabilities, shows of its existence, but what is left
of it if they were treated as images only?
To talk to people the way a monkey knows about
sociology, racist and descrimination is ain’t good, respect this and that,
whilst they don’t. So, what’s that? I meant the way would know how to
write it. As that kind of wisdom is animal entirely not human particularly. So
you think that the intelligence peculiar to humankind is used?
Humans say they are not animals, this enabling
them to be nothing- off the kind.
What
a monkey could write people. But by the way, why no animals would be bother to
write to a species that arrange itself to destroy and rape its own, and all
brother. Who leave one hope the ones of that mother manage to design a virus
able to attack the ones that attack her.
If
you wonder if it is what the animals, such as our birds, the wild life that has
only to watch what has been done with increasing disbelief and horrors, when
they will pray for a virus, it will be for us species as a whole, that is able
to write to themselves, to steal it all.
So what could be retribution then?:
TO LET US here on this planet that we know we are killing. And
then we would like stay forever, whereas the day is near when the data, all the
data of life, that she nurtures, she manages to still nurture will following a
cliff-pattern rear and drop
Of course in term of retribution I am not talking about this
planet with her thousands, millions of species that are innocent, non-guilty of
anything but sharing our mother; but of a planet that we imagine exist and that
we continue killing, and that we will be, be bound at this rate to inhabit
forever whenever. In fact, maybe are we already in off what we think we have
and pillage instead of pilgrimage, and that we will have to stay on the idea
suddenly going on, on a land that we (sanctified) sacrificed to our horror
consumption and debility and that we will not be able to live, the desecration
only going on until logically there is there only left our poison. One can
imagine living in a marsh of petrol, eating plastic to full one’s belly but
still our soul going to heaven at the sight of another. When seeing a bird, an
insect, a lichen, anything that could flourish, that you could help. But no one
can help anyone when they are dead. At least not from there. As the only
inspiration there would be to become, the petrol we so burn it is all gone.
The only life left the juice of mausoleum.
And all now what remains of hope is that the planet we live
in is not the one we decimated millions of species every year and trillions of
individuals, but only the imaginary one, where tolls are tools for perishing
our (soulless) soulsssss.