Beasts
do not hang themselves over the body of a melancholic lover, nor do
they drown themselves in the oceans of questions which emerge all
around the human with every faulty move she makes. No, they can not
value life, nor can they devalue it... at least not like we can. For
them, it just is. They carry on being beasts, and we, we carry on
being human… dogs are dogs; cows are cows; pigs are pigs, and sheep
are sheep. Snakes are snakes, and falcons, they are always falcons.
But humans are something becoming something.
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