I don’t know who this guy is, but I love him!
He sat, fed them dogs, hugged them, kissed them, and they sat around him like he’s one of their own.
It’s not about us accepting animals, it’s about them accepting us. And if they do? Then And Only Then Are you fit to be a Human.. otherwise who are we?
Homo Sapiens running down painting scars? And feeling good about them?
If yes, you’ve gotta rethink!
Sitting here, looking at him and then at the Sea.. I couldn’t help but think what are we? We’ve stripped nature of so much? Gang-raped her.. if I may say.. and we sit at home read news papers and feel bad about what some deranged men do to delicate women.. are we doing that? Why don’t we feel anything about that? Birth right?