When the thoughts come, it feels like a sticky mass of goo forcing it's way outside? But like a fine sticky jam, it is sweet to the taste. These words may seem braggadocios, and I'm not even sure how they sound to me? But I can take these thoughts, this sweet jam if you are following the metaphor, and spread them onto fine breads and pastries, and you are welcome to have your fill, or not?
So anyway, the first real train of thought came as I was watching Max. He had followed me out onto the porch, and sat across from me on his chair. His attention was quickly drawn to something outside, something out of place, something that didn't belong? Sure enough, a black car rolled by, real slow, and real quiet, a black car that had never been here before. Max, God bless Max!
But here's the thing, Max like all animals thinks! Now he doesn't think in the same way that we do, and to say so would be just plain silly. But he, they, do think. Now wait a minute you say, Aren't they just dumb animals? They are. But they are considered dumb not because they cannot think, they are dumb because they cannot speak. Ah, but even there we sell them short, because they do speak, they speak with there eyes, Max can speak volumes with his eyes!
In the human experience, much can be understood about a person by their eyes, because the eyes are the windows for the soul. And like us, animals do have souls, because the soul is the life source, and the soul is life itself!
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