Stupefaction, When It Persists, Becomes

Life Is The External Text, The Burning Bush By The Edge Of The Path From Which God Speaks.

We Have Not Reached Ethical Perfection In Hunting. One Never Achieves Perfection In Anything, And Perhaps It Exists Precisely So That One Can Never Achieve It. Its Purpose Is To Orient Our Conduct And To Allow Us To Measure The Progress Accomplished. In This Sense, The Advancement Achieved In The Ethics Of Hunting Is Undeniable.

I Am Myself And What Is Around Me, And If I Do Not Save It, It Shall Not Save Me.

The Past Will Not Tell Us What We Ought To Do, But... What We Ought To Avoid.

Civilization Is Nothing Else But The Attempt To Reduce Force To Being The Last Resort.