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Come to the party…
Almost as if he were replacing humans with animals. As if he were pointing out the spiritual qualities of animals as well as their suffering. Or so I think. His work does invite interpretation. It is not a benign study of animals. He is editorializing.







At some time as you get older, you realize you’ll never fall in love again. Thank God, for that. I’m sounding real cranky. Like an old rusted gate. What a beautiful melody it plays.
What we call culture seems to have been created by adolescents. Or at least by males (mostly) under forty. Women have begun to assert themselves in the west since WWI. Before that, very little. Only in philosophy have the elderly made any contribution. In a youth culture, the premiere values are those of the young. And I’ve outgrown them. And find them mostly boring.
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