Christmas Eve, 2008
Outside, a train hurls by, a hundred feet from where I write this. A thousand feet beyond that, a small pack of brush wolves contemplate the evening as they do every other, unknowing and uncaring about Jesus.
The alpha male blinks against the wind, dimly recognizing his responsibility, while, around him, omagas lounge and doze, protected. An excellent life, if ignoble.
...a month ago the alpha simply murdered two of his newborn male pups. Devoured them, absently, coughing up their fur, his mate baring her teeth in vain, helpless against him; his terrible instinct unexplained, unexplainable.
Except for science, which understands it, not having to forgive it.
And religion, which forgives it, not having to understand it.
...We hurt those we love, for millions of reasons, unexplained, unexplainable. Just true.
-parnell
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