It’s weird, but when life is most brutal there is a kind of innocence. This is because there is no culpability among animals. Animals are just being animals.
Cruel people betray their humanity. They become animals again—nothing but animals. In that world everything is meaninglessness and compulsion.
There is innocence there but everything is unintelligible. That is because they are sick. The people, I mean. I like animals.
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