06 Sep 2013 · 11:01
This earth is a circus. It’s about time it got its act together. There is an audience, waiting. There are animals pacing, fretting, hating. The big top is filled with suspense and the acrobats are waiting to fly. Where is the ringmaster? The circus is at a standstill until the ringmaster arrives. What can he possibly be doing? His show waits to go on.
Perhaps he has been eaten around the back, by a tiger. Perhaps he is drunk, in his trailer. Perhaps he has forgotten that he has a performance this day? Whatever his excuse, it is not good enough. You cannot choose to be ringmaster and then neglect your duties.
The wild animals would all like to kill the ringmaster. Each one of them. He is a nuisance to them. A man who punishes, bullies, exploits. A noise. Each flick of his whip is a death-wish. If he should turn his back on the wild for even one moment, he will lose his life. He knows this so he shouts, postures, threatens. The animals watch and they obey, wearily tolerating man’s ego.
The clowns are sweating yesterday’s booze and this morning’s boredom. They know their act is not funny but they line up in the wings, ready to entertain with fake enthusiasm. The audience is anticipating stupidity from the clowns, and they will deliver that stupidity with practiced ease. They always do. They are paid to do that.
The tightrope is strung high. There is no safety net. This day the walker will perform successfully, or die. He is fortunate that all eyes on his progress keeps him glued to the sky. The walker watches horizons, he does not watch each of his steady steps, forwards. You cannot look down and hope to know where you are going.
The dogs are the only ones who enjoy their performance. They find fun in lying, rolling, jumping hoops. They know that each trick will earn them a treat, a reward. That is enough to motivate them into obeying orders.
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05 Apr 2013 · 11:34
What is the point of sitting in your armchair thinking about the changes you would like to see in the world? There is no point to that. You have to do something constructive in order that your thoughts have any sway at all, otherwise you might as well not bother having them. Thoughts without an active thinker are not helpful. As I have said before, act rather than don’t in this world because your voice – however you choose to speak – might be the one that makes the difference. The good news is that there are a great many situations in our world that need improving. This world is as yet far from perfect and that means there is a lot to work on. We are a lot. The odds are in our favour should we put our minds to making a change; we can make a statement and simultaneously tidy up some residual untidyness.
Should you dislike circus animals, for instance, then find out how the Netherlands set about banning performing animals from their country and get busy making that statement in your own arena. How about this time being the person who stands up and does something instead of being the disillusionist sitting on the sidelines griping? Do you know how tiring a whining voice? It precludes itself from being heard.
Boycott oriental arts across the board because the Asians refuse to honour life on earth, refuse on principle to visit zoos and circuses because your money is what keeps these sideshows in business. Do not forget that there are a lot of animals currently trapped in circuses and housed in zoos. What will happen to those helpless creatures once the circuses shut down and the zoos lose their patronage – because I do believe that they eventually all will. Perhaps there are private reserves that could house these wild orphans. Perhaps. One would hope that when they are freed from their particular brand of slavery they will find their way to a place they could call home. It will not be the wild as it once was in their blood, but it could be a safe haven free from prying eyes and ringmaster’s whips. I believe there is place in Africa for every one of these exploited animals. Africa is like that with her big heart.
I marvel at man’s audacity. He attempts to tame the wild and uses his mastery to bring misery to living creatures. I am sure this was never our purpose.