Idiosyncratic.: Animals

3/20/2010

Animals

I never knew why, but I've always hated humans as a race.
Animals in general behave the same way, not humans.
Some humans are monogamous, some the complete opposite.
Maybe it's cause as a race, humans are stupid. Individuals can be intelligent.

And why do I look at animals differently?
I compare people I know to animals in the way they behave.
I draw animals, and never draw humans, because where I see beauty in animals, I see ugliness in people.
There are few humans, which to me, can compare to the beauty of a fine animal.

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Anonymous1 April 2010 at 01:24
'Animals in general behave the same way, not humans.
Some humans are monogamous, some the complete opposite.
Maybe it's cause as a race, humans are stupid. Individuals can be intelligent.'

You say animals behave the same way and that humans don't... you then go on to say humans are stupid, but individuals can be intelligent. By every human acting in different ways, thus individually, does that not make us intelligent and unique? It takes a much greater kind of person to break the mould, so it is these individuals who do, that need to be appreciated and not the blind, dumb animals, unquestioningly behaving the same as each other?

And essentially, are humans not all just animals anyway?

Keen to hear your thoughts...
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LLG1 April 2010 at 18:23
Yes, we're all animals in the sense of a term, but theres a little something else.

You could say animals are intelligent for being all the same, because the ones who are different, are usually picked on and killed faster.

Animals are predictable, in a way it's pleasant.

It seems a lot of humans just go awfully wrong.
Though there are many free thinking lovely individuals, humans don't always break the mould. A lot of humans are just blind and dumb, unbelievably so.

I'm not even entirely sure why animals are so beautiful and appealing to me.
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Anonymous2 April 2010 at 11:43
Who's to say that the natural mould for a human is to be deceitful and 'wrong'?

Maybe the norm for humans is to be free thinking, lovely individuals and it is those who have learnt how to close off their minds and hurt people who have broken the mould? Would you still admire the people who break the mould, if the position was reversed?

Some might argue it's easy to please everyone, to consider oneself a 'free thinker' but in fact, have no genuine opinion. Could it not be argued that those who say, 'No. I believe this. I refuse to have my mind changed.' are in fact being stronger individuals then those who consider and accept everyones point of view?

Perhaps I have digressed a little, but still...?

:)
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LLG2 April 2010 at 21:04
What good does breaking the mould do if it only hurts?

Being different is only appreciated by me when its good, good in the sense that it brings diversity or brilliant ideas or no harm.

You shouldn't change your mind for people all the time, but without consideration, it's just silly :)

Adapt adopt an improve - A pair of panties
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The boy and his falcon - One of my favourite stories.

Once there was a boy.
When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a falcon to train.
Falcons are raptors - killing birds, his father told him, hunters of the sky.
The falcon didnt like the boy, and the boy didnt like it either.
Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him.
It would slash at him with its beak and talons when he came near: For weeks his wrists and hands were bleeding.
He didnt know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus nearly impossible to tame.
But the boy tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father. He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird meant it was easier to tame.
He learned the equipment, the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash that bound the bird to his wrist.
He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldnt bring himself to do it - instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him.
He fed it from his hand, and at first it would not eat. Later, it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin of his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.
He began to see that the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like light. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly shouted with delight.
Sometimes the bird would hop onto his shoulder and put its beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed, but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what hed done, expecting him to be proud.
Instead, his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands, and broke its neck.
I told you to make it obedient, his father said and dropped the birds lifeless body to the ground. Instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed, it was broken.
Later when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird and bury it.
The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he learned: that to love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
From City of Bones by Cassandra Clare.

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