What is an animal?
Animal is what you are minus this animating chatter.
The inner nag of language and voice.
Were you born when you learned a language, when you understood a word?
The curse of imagining a future. The curse of knowing a past.
The truth that neither is real.
There is only a fluttering of one into the other at this moment of letters coming out of a pencil.
And the animal wanders across a molten ball.
To simplicity or to complexity.
One with boredom. One with drama.