is the “world” of the ones we eat without objects?
is there an “I” that pleasures itself in the face of a thousand flowers?
without being a subject how than can this creature resist the singular animal able to enjoy a world utterly foreign to this being-alive?
with out-rage in hand, the human animal longs to capture a beauty that transcends the creatured. is this what we care about?
who would argue that this creature’s incidental livelihood exceeds that of our pleasure knowing that our pleasure has an entire Earth to capture?
one with an instrument in hand