I went for a walk this afternoon. The rocks were slippery and the sea ice wet and making sounds of weakness. An eagle circled back and forth above the pines. Still a little snow and ice, but not much. There was this thought that kept my mind busy while I walked. My father said earlier on the phone that one of his cats mostly just sleeps day in and day out, she´s become an old lady.Much of this obsession with animals and human power over them, that I still haven´t talked much about, has to do with how we end the lives of animals. Earlier the approach that showed respect for the soul of the living creature involved ceremonys or rituals for the soul of the dead or dying being. Those ceremonys are gone in most modern cultures today, and we tend to treat meat in the same way as we treat all other materia. Today most of the killing, in particular the kind that is done for food factorys, is something that is supposed to be as quick and easy as possible.
Now, I wonder if I can speculate about what meaning it could have that we, both animals and humans, usually die slowly when we die of age or illness. Today, during my walk, dreams as phenomenon appeared in the thought. I´ve been watching the cats and dogs dreaming many times, and sometimes (accidentally) disturbed them in the middle of the dream. The reactions are comperable to the reactions of a human when one suddenly is taken out of a dream. My experience is that our dreams become all the more confusing, bizarre and complicated when we are sick, injured or in some other way out of balance. Are the dreams a process? Do they prepare us for something? Do beings that are dying dream a lot? What happens when we, or owls, wolfs or frogs suddenly cut the life of another being? Fatal accidents also lack the preparing for death. Does it mean anything?
