It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor. Outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure. It's a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain. It's outrageous a man like me stand here and complain. But I'm tired.

I shoot a thought into the future, and it flies like an arrow, through my lifetime. And beyond. If I ever come back as a tree, or a crow, or even the wind-blow…

Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?

We don't mean to mess things up, but mess them up we do. And then it's 'Oh, I'm sorry.' Here's a smiling photograph of love when it was new. At a birthday part…

Humans - who enslave, castrate, experiment on, and fillet other animals - have had an understandable penchant for pretending animals do not feel pain. A sharp …

Not even the apparently enlightened principle of the 'greatest good for the greatest number' can excuse indifference to individual suffering. There is no test …

Indeed, I greatly fear that for most of our people those implanted 'humanitarian' hallucinations are so deep and inveterate that they can be broken, if at all,…