When you see a polar bear walking backwards and forwards in a zoo, nodding, it’s obvious it’s mentally ill, depressed, in a hole it can never get out of, its brain turned to mush. And yet it’s safe from all and any harm, from all hunters and the whims of the wilderness, it gets food three times a day, somewhere to sleep every night, the best medical attention money can buy, and all the attention any living creature could ever want. Of all the living things that have ever lived and struggled to survive on this planet, from mycoplasma to megalosaurus, a centillion of living things that strove for this kind of heaven of security and safety, the land of milk and honey, it was this lucky creature that got all they’d ever wished for.
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