I've been re-watching the Planet Earth BBC series here and there. Once I watched it with commercials embedded which was about the most excruciating TV experience I can imagine.
But anyways, the wilde beasts of Earth!
The colors, the spirits, the Sun and the unfathomable cycling.
The balance of beauty and utter, unseeing ruthlessness in the face of beauty in the face of utter, unseeing ruthlessness.
I am strongly persuaded towards the biological imperative of vegetarianism. Get me the hell out of that direct predator/prey wheel, consuming our closest most vulnerably delicious neighbors...the existence of the one ever enslaved to the existence of the other, the drive to kill, the ethics of reproduction-what's best is what feeds the children. I do not envy the hunter its need.
But then that there are these other creatures that seem to live above this brutal chain in a different interval as to the energy transformation need. By the simple act of eating grass, or fruit, or vegetables to sustain themselves, these fierce baboons escape the famine and murderous obsession while being big and bad-ass enough to dissuade their would be hunters.
Not to mention Panda Bears! What the hell is a Panda Bear if not a god-spirit, a buddha-come and blessed into newcarnation.
And oh man there are these snow monkeys with light blue eye regions and feathery fluff that seem like they would float in the purest air.
So my new biodirective: be the Babookeyda
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