We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals and the Ocean. We patronise them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animals shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours the 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 brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the bet of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the Earth.
I'm ready for the (r)Evolution, are you??