I truely and firmly believe humans are merely animals who give themselves aires.

I believe animals have ways of communicating and interacting that we can't even begin to comprehend.

I believe we can try, but we'll never know. There's something we're missing that they have that divides us.

But when it all comes down to it, we're nothing more than animals. Living, breathing, eating, surviving animals.

Over the years people have taught their children not to give in to their animals tendancies, to control themselves, their urges, their instincts until we are nothing more than shells of our former selves.

Children are the most perfect human beings.

They function in instinct.

When they are afraid, they cry, they try to get away.

When they are upset, they show it.

They convey what they think.

They eat when they're hungry.

Sleep when they're tired.

Move when they're restless.

Take off all their clothes and run around, bare bum winking in the sun if they so feel like it.

They have no discrimination of sex, race, or anything else.

They are the most perfect human beings.

And then their parents arrive. Those who would bring them up and train them to be everything they're not.

To obey, to be docile, quiet, obedient, conformant. Polite. To train themselves to eat at specific times, sleep at specific times, go to the bathroom at specific times.

Seems like some people try to train their children to be nothing more than machines. Thoughtless, emotionless, walking talking dolls.

But no one can sap every thread of animalistic tendancies from a child. There's always something that remains, and that's what ties us to the rest of life on Earth (and anywhere else, as it may be).

Sometimes I wish people would just let children grow up.

I mean, I suppose it's important to teach them right from wrong.

But what is right?

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