|Warm and safe for now. But what of its future?|
And so my first post will be a direct emotional response to a picture I saw on Facebook today of a caged mother pig stretching her head out from under the bottom most bar of a small, hellish enclosure and stretching her flat nose toward her infant, as cute as any born to human, from which she is separated, her anguish palpable and painful. Never desiring to nurture a child of my own, I somehow empathize with this mother and think of the cruelty that has been visited on such an innocent creature. And I wonder why it is that this mother in her yearning to be near her child and her fear for her child's safety is any less important and considered than if she were human. And I wonder why we as a species can sit down to a breakfast plate of sizzling bacon and not wonder about its origins of human inflicted pain in our lust for self-indulgence.
There will be more of this animal related anguish to come among a pot pourri of other topics. It seems to me that if we can not remove ourselves from ourselves and see beyond our selfish need to satisfy our lust for self-satisfaction without awareness of its toll on others - human or animal - we are pathetically doomed. By the way, to my amusement, the origin of the word pot pourri is French and means literally, rotten pot. I'm laughing my ass off.