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 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.