I've never been hunting and couldn't eat anything that I knew was hunted. I buy free-range eggs. I eat chicken and fish without thinking about cages and hooks; I purposefully block it out. I've spoken to a lot of people about their thoughts, which are often extreme, on both sides of the argument, because there are usually only two sides. It's very human, I think, living with all this contradiction.
This piece really spoke to me and left a lot of footprints behind.
I think if whatever we choose was all done humanly, it would work. People like Temple Grandin have greatly influenced my views. Beautifully expressed, it lands - “This piece really spoke to me and left a lot of footprints behind.”
I listened to the music at the end and I can feel the dramatic tension the sits in the stillness of the snow. And the pen is mightier than the sword, although I’ve never really thought about it like this. The powerful casting their whims so easy, creating a world that does nothing but argue the semantics. That first human who declared “this is mine” had no idea what words would be necessary to hold that project together. We’ve been talking about ground a bit lately and these pieces are like maps. We’re out on the ice and the only way to survive is to steer over this strange terrain that humanity has made.
I find the words I write describe the exterior terrain of my travels. The music highlights the interior terrain. Both are real but antithetical. Dramatic tension says so much about our lives, personal, and in our world. “Mine.” Yes, the root of all greed, the root of our problems. Here we have one shell of a man who thinks he owns a whole nation and can do with it as he likes. I really appreciate your insights Robert.
This piece brings up the one thing that makes living in the country hard for me. All the roadkill, the gunshots, the hunters, the neighbors who kill things simply because they exist. I can't stand any of it. Especially the hunters. Thinking about it in ownership terms makes the whole thing even more sickening.
All things I never thought about until I moved so rurally and was confronted with it all. Now I understand better why the world is as it is. We humans have really messed it up.
I've never been hunting and couldn't eat anything that I knew was hunted. I buy free-range eggs. I eat chicken and fish without thinking about cages and hooks; I purposefully block it out. I've spoken to a lot of people about their thoughts, which are often extreme, on both sides of the argument, because there are usually only two sides. It's very human, I think, living with all this contradiction.
This piece really spoke to me and left a lot of footprints behind.
I think if whatever we choose was all done humanly, it would work. People like Temple Grandin have greatly influenced my views. Beautifully expressed, it lands - “This piece really spoke to me and left a lot of footprints behind.”
I listened to the music at the end and I can feel the dramatic tension the sits in the stillness of the snow. And the pen is mightier than the sword, although I’ve never really thought about it like this. The powerful casting their whims so easy, creating a world that does nothing but argue the semantics. That first human who declared “this is mine” had no idea what words would be necessary to hold that project together. We’ve been talking about ground a bit lately and these pieces are like maps. We’re out on the ice and the only way to survive is to steer over this strange terrain that humanity has made.
I find the words I write describe the exterior terrain of my travels. The music highlights the interior terrain. Both are real but antithetical. Dramatic tension says so much about our lives, personal, and in our world. “Mine.” Yes, the root of all greed, the root of our problems. Here we have one shell of a man who thinks he owns a whole nation and can do with it as he likes. I really appreciate your insights Robert.
This piece brings up the one thing that makes living in the country hard for me. All the roadkill, the gunshots, the hunters, the neighbors who kill things simply because they exist. I can't stand any of it. Especially the hunters. Thinking about it in ownership terms makes the whole thing even more sickening.
All things I never thought about until I moved so rurally and was confronted with it all. Now I understand better why the world is as it is. We humans have really messed it up.