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Carnivorous animals are more humane than humans. They only kill in order to eat. Humans also kill animals to eat, but very often they kill for fun and pleasure, and for the trophy. They like to display in their living rooms the head of a deer that they have shot, or they sell for profit the horns of a rhinoceros for its supposed sexual advantages, or the skin of a tiger to be used as a floor mat. The defenseless beast has been shot out in the open, with the most up-to-date sophisticated weapon while the shooter is hiding safely behind a large rock, and imagining himself as a hero. He is proud of his cowardly attack in putting to death an innocent and unprotected animal, who is probably more moral than its assassin. Unfortunately, some people treat their fellow humans in the same way. Present-day human predators have enslaved their brethren, entrapped them in a caste system, stolen their land, invaded their countries, conquered and colonized their people, and killed them. The predator is constantly on the war path. In these pages we will discuss man's inhumanity to man.
We are all the same, yet so different - perhaps even strange to each other. "e;Strange Places, Strange Faces"e; deals with this phenomenon. The dictionary gives the definition of 'strange' as unusual or surprising, that which is unsettling, unfamiliar or alien, not previously encountered. I suppose we appear strange to people who are unfamiliar to us, just as they appear different to us. There are individuals living in this world who are not the same as we are, dwell in locations unlike those in which we reside, and have goals in life which might appear odd to us. I have tried to paint these pictures on a literary canvas.
The river flows through good times and bad, through forests and deserts, through days of cheer and days of sadness, through war and peace, and finally, it ends in the sea. It may assist in fertilizing the land, and it may help to spread disease and pollution. We cannot live without it, yet it could also drown us and kill us. Life is like a river.
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