The animals are much more content with mere existence than we are; the plants are wholly so; and man is so according to how dull and insensitive he is. The animal’s life consequently contains less suffering but also less pleasure than the human’s, the direct reason being that on the one hand it is free from care and anxiety and the torments that attend them, but on the other is without hope and therefore has no share in that anticipation of a happy future which, together with the enchanting products of the imagination which accompany it, is the source of most of our greatest joys and pleasures. The animal lacks both anxiety and hope because its consciousness is restricted to what is clearly evident and thus to the present moment: the animal is the present incarnate. But precisely because this is so it appears in one respect to be truly sagacious compared with us, namely in its peaceful, untroubled enjoyment of the present: its obvious composure often puts to shame our frequently restless and discontented condition.
Song of the Day:
Riot Maker- Tech N9ne Feat. Skatterman, Snug Brim
"This is the moment for riders and thugs, strippers and body-bag zippers, and violence and drugs! Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs. They say my music’s makin’ ‘em lose it, I write it in blood!"