Rant: Part III

I'm still not done talking.

Two posts ago I said that human beings are no better than animals that feed off of each other. Though in that context, I agree, I would like to reiterate. Today on my way home from school I saw a flock of geese flying over the city, in their typical v, and I thought to myself: I gave us too much credit. Animals are better than us. They share the load, cutting the wind for each other. Taking turns at the front. They might battle it out in the back yard over whose antlers are bigger, but at least it's straight forward in nature: if you're small, or sick, you're more likely to die. For humans, if you're small, or sick, you're more likely to die if you're in a lower socio-economic category. If you're in the top [whatever] percent, you've got a better chance. If you've got the right ins. The doctor. The means to travel across the world to a better climate. The ability to stop working and get the rest you need. If you're small and someone wants to beat you up, you can just hire a body guard.

Animals are savages, but we're worse. At least they do it to survive. We do it to have a nice pair of jeans and for cheap coffee. We do it from a distance. At least animals have the gull to rip the head right off, and get dirty. We work down the line. We don't have to see it. If we don't see it or we aren't the ones to physically take the bread away from the crying child, it's not our fault. "There's nothing we can really do about that."

Sure, we can draw nice art, build buildings, entertain ourselves, invent and create. At what cost?