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4/27/2026: I am a wild animal, and you are, too.


 Last year when I constructed my thesis show I wrote poetry on a side of the wagon. it never received much direct feedback but I have been thinking about it this morning. The writing is as follows:

"To be truly Human one must recognize the wild animal that resides within their self. Nourish yourself and proceed into the world with verve and caution.
Bare your teeth often.

I am a great beast. A force born from nature. Life depends on death. it is our responsibility to feed and be fed upon. We are only capable of greatness if we foster an environment to be great within."

Your tender body and heart (MY tender body and heart) are wild things born from nature. Will you allow yourself to be domesticated? Or should we fly into the unknown with all the passion and fire that lives within the great roaring creature that we are? Dive in, eat up, and stoke the flames within yourself that are turning to ember and ash. Should we live a life of the lazy old dog or the life of the desperate and searching fox? Or is there a balance of both of these polarized sides within our own understanding of humanity? 


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