He was born crippled. He lived in a forest with his clan until the growing weight of a growing life extinguished what function he once had, however menial it ever was.
Should we minimize his contribution to his mates, to the earth, to us by measuring his contribution with time or should we be grateful for the quality of a life lived?
I only have control over one of those variables. You, too.
What is misunderstood by many is the deep disappointment of someone that dedicates their lives to caring for animals and then, by a twist of fate, cannot eat that animal because it died of illness or trauma. How can you care for an animal and then eat it?
The perversion is thinking the two are somehow distinct. It’s that logic that’s brought forth the inhumane, torturous conditions of factory raised animals.
To fully integrate ourselves into the natural world, into our natural selves, means living within the beauty and the brutality. It is to accept that to participate wholly we must wholly take on responsibility for our actions. It is to question our limited ideas and beliefs, nurtured and stroked by a dysfunctional culture that would have us lulled into smallness with the promise of comforts. There is great power and freedom in waking up and having a hearty, bitter cup of steaming truth.
It is not an evolved human being that guards their infantile, unchallenged emotions under the guise of compassion. There is no affinity in the narcissistic protection of one’s puerile feelings in, what is ultimately, an avoidance technique to face the uncomfortable. To be magnanimous, to be courageous and driven by rightness mandates the facing of our weaknesses and then acting to correct them.
No matter the pain of the stretch.