Genocide

It is a sad thing when an entire species goes extinct. I love life. I love observing all the myriad ways that organisms adapt to their ecological niches – all the variety of form and function. I like to think of things growing and competing and even evolving. In every battle, some win and some lose, but to think that one type might never be seen again is horrible. All potential for the future and the unbroken chain to the past is then gone.

It is hard to get worked up over the death of one creature. To protect the gazelle is to starve the cheetah and to protect the pig is to rob me of my culinary artistic expression in making BLTs – but for all pigs or all gazelles to die would be a terrible thing.

Humans are different. One squished ant is just protein, but to lose just one human is to lose an entire race. Each of us is unique – with unique dreams, creativity, talents, struggles, triumphs, and failures. Each of us contains the seeds of whole worlds within us worth millions of species. Murder is genocide.