Remote from nature, and living by

complicated artifice, man in

civilization surveys the creature

through the glass of his knowledge and

sees thereby a feather magnified and

the whole image in distortion. We

patronize them for their

incompleteness, their tragic fate of

having taken form so far below

ourselves. And therin we err, and

greatly err. For the animal shall not be

measured by man. In a world older

and more complete than ours they

move finished and complete. gifted

with extensions of the senses we have

lost or never attained, living by voices

we shall never hear. They are not

brethern, they are not underlings;...

- inspired by Kim Bowen