When you raise a child, you delight in everything that child does, from their first smile, to the first time they tie a necktie.
When you raise a Crow, it is much the same. When they start to talk, your eyes light up with awe, and amazement. Except, with the Crow, “those words” echo in the back of your head. She's just mimicking. I have read those words in various articles over the years, maybe dozens of times. I look at my child on his way to school, and at all the busy body people, dressed up, on their way to work each day, and the words echo again in my silly skeptical head. They are just mimicking. We are just mimicking. Cue the Psycho shower scene music. I know better.
There is no doubt, humans are a well trained animal. We find our happiness between the whip lashes, and build ourselves within the fences. Sometimes it feels like our identities, lack true context; we are so damn fake, sometimes. The most amazing thing of all is that, somehow, we manage to train ourselves, and we do this very well, even managing to convince ourselves in the end that we are not merely clever mimics, which much of the time, we actually are; let’s be honest.
While the Crow is a very clever mimic too, to be sure, I see more clearly day to day, that two things are going on. Fig is just young. She is learning to speak like any child does. She is practicing using her voice. Secondly, she is contextualizing. She is not merely a dumb mimic. I only hope I can give her life sufficient context over time to provide adequate framework for her personality to blossom to its potential.
The scariest futuristic sci-fi movies depict the human race enslaved and controlled, but that is nothing; a truly frightening scenario is when we allow ourselves to become a fundamental cog of an insidious social conspiracy, in which every single one of us is an agent, a spy, a traitor to family and friends, at the drop of a hat. We all slowly nag each other to death, and no one, no one, escapes. It is enough to drive one mad.
Sometimes I read stories claiming Crows murdered a Crow. I find the idea impossible to believe though, because I have never seen any behavior even close to matching such reports of group aggression. What is very interesting, to say the least, however, is that this particular story is the one that really, totally captivates our gullible human imagination.
Perpetuating myths, and lies about other species causes untold, undeserved, long-term harm to countless innocent lives. Spreading such fables is the lowest we ignorant humans can stoop. We do it out of self-conscious insecurity about our own sinister possibilities. It is deflection, but it is more vicious than that. There is no excuse for doing it.
There is no evil in the Crow.
When you raise a Crow, it is much the same. When they start to talk, your eyes light up with awe, and amazement. Except, with the Crow, “those words” echo in the back of your head. She's just mimicking. I have read those words in various articles over the years, maybe dozens of times. I look at my child on his way to school, and at all the busy body people, dressed up, on their way to work each day, and the words echo again in my silly skeptical head. They are just mimicking. We are just mimicking. Cue the Psycho shower scene music. I know better.
There is no doubt, humans are a well trained animal. We find our happiness between the whip lashes, and build ourselves within the fences. Sometimes it feels like our identities, lack true context; we are so damn fake, sometimes. The most amazing thing of all is that, somehow, we manage to train ourselves, and we do this very well, even managing to convince ourselves in the end that we are not merely clever mimics, which much of the time, we actually are; let’s be honest.
While the Crow is a very clever mimic too, to be sure, I see more clearly day to day, that two things are going on. Fig is just young. She is learning to speak like any child does. She is practicing using her voice. Secondly, she is contextualizing. She is not merely a dumb mimic. I only hope I can give her life sufficient context over time to provide adequate framework for her personality to blossom to its potential.
The scariest futuristic sci-fi movies depict the human race enslaved and controlled, but that is nothing; a truly frightening scenario is when we allow ourselves to become a fundamental cog of an insidious social conspiracy, in which every single one of us is an agent, a spy, a traitor to family and friends, at the drop of a hat. We all slowly nag each other to death, and no one, no one, escapes. It is enough to drive one mad.
Sometimes I read stories claiming Crows murdered a Crow. I find the idea impossible to believe though, because I have never seen any behavior even close to matching such reports of group aggression. What is very interesting, to say the least, however, is that this particular story is the one that really, totally captivates our gullible human imagination.
Perpetuating myths, and lies about other species causes untold, undeserved, long-term harm to countless innocent lives. Spreading such fables is the lowest we ignorant humans can stoop. We do it out of self-conscious insecurity about our own sinister possibilities. It is deflection, but it is more vicious than that. There is no excuse for doing it.
There is no evil in the Crow.
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