Post by tundrawolf on Jul 27, 2024 2:20:24 GMT 9.5
So, I had a deeply intimate conversation with a forest born feline who lives/lived near my home.
She expressed to me, various things, of which I will likely never forget.
I have tried to convey the gist of my heart-experience with her, but I have not really been able to accurately put it into words
The idea, that, when I conversed with her, that she opened her heart to me, which may be the center of being, in the physical body (Access to what seems to be, the essence of a being...)
I could not put it into words, until, I believe now:
She as happy.
Perhaps- content.
She was so happy, in fact, that when I push my humanness to her, she recoils, as a human would, if someone extended rotting meat towards them
In fact, my own heart, calls to me and says, "Do not corrupt what is pure."
So, why does it seem as if our domestic, miniature felines, appear so bored and superior to us... It is, because they are happy- and we are not
If they seem superior, it is likely because they are
Because, what are we, if we are not happy?
If we do not lay hold of incorruptible joy?
As Candy (The cougaress) showed me
We labor in vain if it does not result in happiness
What profit does our vast intellect hold, if we are not made happy by it?