~ Thich Nhat Hanh
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this morning in the drowsy place between sleep and omg i have to get up, it occurred to me that one of our cats is a living work of art.
the palette of her coat is a riot of orange and white and black and brown. her face is perfectly divided side-to-side, orange and black.
she snuggles up and purrs and makes our little world a better place.
in the few moments it took this thought to coalesce, i further realized that all the lives around us are living, breathing performance art.
all these lives are unique and belong to no one but themselves. i believe this like i believe in gravity.
i don't see how i can continue being a carnivore.
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