Whales. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of great, beautiful, powerful, sapient masters of the deep, harassed to destruction for the sake of body parts.

Another loss, at least in many parts of the West, I think, is a sense of relating to the actual world -- with far places unexplored, and peoples creating cultures of many rhythms and ways of being human. The changes of the last fifty years have left me (perhaps this is just a profoundly reisted maturity speaking) bereft of that sense and left with the obligation to relate instead to corporations, products, and culturally depraved mass markets who stumble and stampede across existance like psychotic bisons being herded over a cliff by beer-drinking market jocks in SUVs.


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