We’re pack creatures, and require communication, and if we know what communication is, we have emotions and an awareness that spawns it. Therefore guilt, therefore this illusion that is ’‘humanity’’ which is actually just justification. But justification for what? There’s always an excuse to everything, good and bad, otherwise we wouldn’t do it. Crom, even you won’t know if we were good men, or bad. Why we fought, and why we died. All that matters is that me and my wallet are starving.
Who’s to say that the lion doesn’t thank God after his bitch brings him his food? Grab an ant and tell him you’re superior to him. You can kill the little ant yeah, but you can’t make him understand that you’re superior to him. I often think that things like crows, vultures or cockroaches are actually hippies, and all spiritual and shit. Damn tree huggers. Or maybe they’re opportunist and cowards. But who’s going to criticize the raven for feeding upon the dead and having no honour?
But when little Symbeline robs a grave, it’s a big huge drama.
I don’t know what being human is besides some Rob Zombie song, I just know that we happen to be the meanest motherfuckers in the jungle.
Disclaimer Don’t take this post seriously.