Without A Function, We Cease

We Have Doomed The Wolf Not For What It Is, But For What We Deliberately And Mistakenly Perceive It To Be –the Mythologized Epitome Of A Savage Ruthless Killer – Which Is, In Reality, No More Than A Reflected Image Of Ourself.

We're Under Some Gross Misconception That We're A Good Species, Going Somewhere Important, And That At The Last Minute We'll Correct Our Errors And God Will Smile On Us. It's Delusion.

Truth I Have No Trouble With, It's The Facts I Get All Screwed Up.

Whenever And Wherever Men Have Engaged In The Mindless Slaughter Of Animals (including Other Men), They Have Often Attempted To Justify Their Acts By Attributing The Most Vicious Or Revolting Qualities To Those They Would Destory; And The Less Reason There Is For The Slaughter, The Greater The Campaign For Vilification.

Don't Make A Big Distinction Between Fiction And Non-fiction. These Are Arbitrary Distinctions.