A fish named dog and occasionally a sassy david

We can equally endow animals with human characteristics and humans with animal characteristics. The slutty owl and the slithering human both sound like a laugh. Yes, they ruined their social standing at some point. They both picked up on something that isn't savory to most. We have made them spectacles  in some form for our entertainment. What this all means means is we know less about animals then we do ourselves. Would a rabbit honestly be associated with punctuality? Could a human under controlled circumstances really be slimy?

Seeing as we can not communicate truly across species it is preposterous to assume we can find human qualities within an animal and vice versa. It is unfair to imaging the level of complexity that can be associated with the word loneliness inside the mind of a gorilla. We certainly won't be attempting to run around on all fours using our knuckles as cushions for our forelegs. While it is almost certain someone has, they must of logically given up soon after. No one would assume that person is now more gorilla-like than before. No one would say, "my ever since he went gorilla he has turned a corner." But my, it is easy to call someone a stupid gorilla before calling them a philistine. It is unfair to the other species.

I doubt that we could make the assumption we are much better. Imagine for a moment if we could talk to animals... Would we be brought down to their level or would they rise to a level intelligence only reserved by us? Never mind who spoke the first words. Would they say we think too much?

Simply, in the end, all I speak of is the careful use of personification and, for a stretch, anthropomorphism in one's character.

If your wondering the reverse of anthropomorphism is zoomorphism. Surprising isn't it. 

When it's okay

When is the right time? When you decide? At the end of 1, 2, 3, Go?! You decide? No, you decide? It is the same as deciding when a conversation is over, but truthfully when it isn't. No you? We can go on forever in conversation because time does without time. It does without meter. Without us. But conversations end all the time and everywhere. Similar to love it does without choice. Unlike it time does without end. So it is the wrong word to use I guess.  Maybe there is no word. You? No, you? One can never know when it is time. I, for one, am not allowed to know. You wait sometimes and it never comes. You don't other times and isn't there... Hang up?..................................................?..........

to be to be, to be

A dog with a bone is a dog with an anecdote. The time spent to dig a whole and the time spent to release and bury. Oh, the time taken to let go, for now. That bone was a laugh. It reminds me of the time I spent on this sentence. Deciding the objective let alone the subject. I delete then add and later on delete more than was previously there. You see they have nothing to do with each other. And we are all the better for it. Not so with stories.

The pleasure and the nature of the anecdote was lost long ago to the story. It was lost to closure. It was told to behave and to be honest and to be direct. Lets hope our lives are nothing like stories. Not because they end, but more so because they sometimes are long winded and boring. Stories need a purpose. In contrast, anecdotes relate to being human since they tell everything and nothing at the same time. We take what we like and do many things with the information. Most importantly nobody is held accountable.