"We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world couldn’t design and operate a bumblebee’s wing. We can’t jump or run very fast, and we can’t carry vast weights like an ant can. We can’t see in the dark and we can’t fly except crammed in a noisy tube like sardines, which doesn’t count. Humans compared to animals are almost totally deaf, and we can’t smell a fart in an elevator by their standards. We are finite and separate, and neurotic, while the consciousness of an animal is at peace and eternal. We strive and go crazy to become more important. Animals rest and sleep and enjoy the company of each other. We think we have evolved upwards from animals but we have lost almost all of their qualities and abilities. The idea that animals don’t have consciousness or that they don’t have a soul is rather crass. It shows a lack of consciousness. They talk, they have families, they feel things, they act individually or together to solve problems, they often care of their young as a tribal unit. They play, they travel, and medicate themselves when they get sick. They cry when others in the herd die, they know about us humans. Of course they have a soul, a very pristine one. We humans are only now attempting with the recent rise in consciousness to achieve the soul that animals have naturally."
- Stuart Wilde (via seulray)
(Source: bavarde, via we-are-together-we-fall-together)
you paused for a minuet
instead of a minute? The dark
might sky, the blue might
star, the always
could open, the close
- Angie Estes, from “Kind of Blue” (via weissewiese)
"so she’s gay now?"
yeah she turned it all the paperwork last week and her acceptance letter came this morning, it was all pretty sudden
"When I was young, I expected people to give me more than they could — continuous friendship, permanent emotion.
Now I have learned to expect less of them than they give — a silent companionship. And their emotions, their friendship, and noble gestures keep their full miraculous value in my eyes; wholly the fruit of grace."
- Albert Camus, Notebooks (via stxxz)
"I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me."
- Virginia Woolf (via dayzea)
(Source: astrolocherry, via sail-home-again)