I avoid zoos and dolphinariums but found myself in a grey area when I used to take impoverished kids on adventures. There was a look of wonder on their faces when they visited an elephant park and Birds of Eden, a valley in the Crags that's covered by a net and filled with interesting birds. I used to live in a community that had weekly baboon visits. Now I'm in a city suburb occasionally terrorised by vervet monkeys, but visited by various birds despite the polluting factories below me.
I avoid zoos and dolphinariums but found myself in a grey area when I used to take impoverished kids on adventures. There was a look of wonder on their faces when they visited an elephant park and Birds of Eden, a valley in the Crags that's covered by a net and filled with interesting birds. I used to live in a community that had weekly baboon visits. Now I'm in a city suburb occasionally terrorised by vervet monkeys, but visited by various birds despite the polluting factories below me.
"Emotional superstructures" was a very mild way of describing what we're currently drowning in.
I’ve noticed in the news truth is just a accident waiting to happen. It’s the only time it’s reported upon as is a car crash.
I don’t think they have a clue what it is with any consciousness.
"Not that there were never journalists who were truthtellers. There were. And there are."
Indeed. In case you haven't seen it, a recent piece by Patrick Lawrence:
https://consortiumnews.com/2023/08/11/patrick-lawrence-independent-journalism-as-it-was/