In private,
as an experiment,
I have called my cat
the foulest of
names.
To my knowledge,
it leaves absolutely
no impression on his brain,
no memories created,
no biases toward me whatsoever.
He does not meet me
conditioned by language,
but rather by how I
treat him.
He does not judge me by
the words I use,
the beliefs I espouse,
but rather by how I
love him.
He has no images of me
to relate to,
but relates to me
anew in each moment:
an enlightenment lesson for humanity.
I don't know about tigers.
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