异想

Even the blacks, they see some truth in me, and some truth in us.

They are human, but maybe even these dogs.

They abandoned us, but I abandoned them again.

Their claws scratch at the door, as if protesting:" Is there any real difference between us, or do you still think so, oh thou human?"

I'm sorry, but there are these fellow human, these your local masters, otherwise if I'm alone, I would come and suffer with you, suffering from this human society, and trusting you, you dogs, would not choose to eat me a human alive.

Yet after all, the answer is yes, I still wear the invisible clothes of Human.

Revenge this betrayal if you would.

The dogs in human society are being useless to human, they are facing a crude extinction, at least at this quarter of the world. Miserable they are, human will take the curse and face the same end. No country for old men! minstrels cried.

We suffer, we learn. The unreactive knowledge alone is a good reward.

Thank you, you all. Don't be hallucinated, myself.