The animal you possess is tired: allow him his slumber. To refine him further, simple slavery.
And for sugar, for the humming bird’s tautology. For sake of life: life forsaken?
Invasion by enrichment is invasion yet. Happier animals might we be, if unknowing of happiness: unknowing of evil at least.
And if you grant, you demand returns. Return we wish to slumber. If Will is ours, then Will we this: expose your motive that we may wish for it; else leave us these ruins of labor, these nets of fish that we are—nets and fish both. Leave us restful beasts, breasts of milk, days of honey and harm. Leave us surprise at death, and wonder. Leave us wonder stead wandering:
Salve in forgetfulness, salvation in the same, forgetting our selves, our hate; keep us, in our blind and errant love, save us our shame—our fate.