Watching the horrifying images coming from Israel today, I'm saddened by the loss of human life. All for rights to occupy a piece of land that is unremarkable except for the history on that spot.
Already somewhat depressed about the needless death in Israel, I decided to mow the lawn. I was pushing the lawnmower down a slight incline of high grass when I felt an unusual rattle from the lawnmower. I had run over some sort of small mammal only slightly bigger than a mouse. It's poor, mangled body came out from the blades a few moments later.
I stopped the lawnmower and felt so helpless. Here this little critter was crawling through the grass enjoying its life, and it gets sucked up and mutilated. I hope it didn't suffer.
Death stalks us all. I hope when my time comes I don't suffer. If there were a god, I think he'd ensure innocent woodland creatures had good lives and swift, painless deaths. Watching a gazelle being devoured by lions tells a very different story.
I know in the grand arch of history, one little mammal makes little difference. But I don't like killing anything without it being necessary to preserve my life.
I'll get over this minor thing. Right now, there are humans killing other humans. Should I care more about that?
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