Freedom isn’t a selective choice, it’s the right of all living entities. There is no higher hierarchy, every life has value. We who believe that being selective is a birthright should visit the cemetery instead of the museum because it holds the biography of our lives, we are no better than the ones we kill, we eat, and we diminish, our beginnings and our endings are the same. Before making a good or evil choice we should open our eyes and view the object of our machinations. If we really view those we consider objects, and lesser than ourselves as diminutive and worthy of eradication, we should turn the aperture on ourselves and see how deluded and inhumane we are. All of our actions are memorialized for all eternity, every seed we plant bears its own fruits. All that is done in darkness eventually sees the light of day.

© Norma Bobb-Semple 2026