How can we expect to fully love each other, when we continue to put ourselves on a higher pedestal than those who know love in loves purest form. How can we seek gender equality, race equality, when we cannot seem to grasp the fact that exploitation of any living being is inevitably exploitation of ourselves? When we go out of our way to step on an ant making his way from one side of the room to the next. I wonder if the ant was seeking shelter, if his stomach was rumbling and he just wanted a midnight snack, if he was looking for another ant to go on a midnight stroll. And then the human takes his foot and squashes his current existence. I wonder if the ant reincarnates as a butterfly, this time considered beautiful by the masses. Still inevitably, just an ant taking on different form. Could have very well come back again as you, as I. This time instead of being squashed, he is caught with a net and put in a glass jar. Confused, the butterfly crouches in the corner of the jar, watching noses and cheeks press up against the glass, staring at her wings, as if they were a foreign thought. I wonder, in that moment, if she would rather be an ant, and risk the human footprint.