Shards of a Website
Posts from the archives of a defunct tech website




I mean, I'm referring to a certain forwarded message. But later on that.

Of late, I have been ripping off my inbox. M
any of these gems of forwarded messages must never be lost in the archives forever.

Why? Sayang eh. The psychology behind forwarded messages is that they are an antidote to destruction or boredom.

OR they are a reminder of the same. They seem so, while we are wasted between 12NN and 1PM in our work stations.

They’re cute, funny, touching, Nirvana-enabling. OR they’re gross, emo, hardcore, soul-freezing.

In the world of messages forwarded (in contrast to the blogosphere), a tribe of creative artists thrive, the kind who will never be acknowledged for unselfishly originating and dishing out coolness in the form of forwarded messages. In my attempts to trace who ultimately forwarded which, the originators get lost.

But cut the over-analysis, will you? It's really beside the point.
The forwarded message below is about what my gut feel considers as a true event in Japan/China/wherever – it’s a welcome respite from bland sex and the usual Hippocratic frothing in the mouth -->


Hey, wake up! wake up!

A dog was knocked down by a car and died on the middle of the road. Later, this dog is seen beside the corpse of the dog, he tried to wake his wife up using his leg.



Let's move to the safer side of the road...i will move you to the safer side!

When his attempts to wake his wife failed, he tried to push his wife to the side of the road. But the weight of his wife was proven too heavy for him.




Anyone help, tell me what to do.

Though the traffic is busy and dangerous, he just will not go away from his wife. Just stand beside his wife howling and crying.




A lot of people saw this incident and feel very touched.

How even a dog can show his loyalty and love to his wife.


______________

End of forwarded message.

Silence.

(OK, I still have to credit who originally forwarded this message. Those images even have watermarks if you look closely. To the owner, don't request Blogger yet to have them erased. :-) )


Anyway, I must say it’s the highest form of speciesism/antropocentrism when humans insist that animals have no souls. If animals are soul-less, why do they understand death?

I have come to a profound conclusion, thus (naks). And it’s beyond the metaphorical or the figurative (e.g. the soul-less Hitler; the soulful voice of Aritha Franklin). This is it: depending on your viewpoint/mood, animals are either as soulful or as soul-less as the rest of us are in the universe. Especially you. Especially Joc-joc.

Now, if you still have doubts about animals’ capability of genuine compassion, look no farther than another true story – the case of two elephants named Jenny and Shirley 
– which was featured in Reader's Digest and somewhere else.

So, once upon a time …

 

0 Responses to IN A DOG-EAT-DOG* WORLD, THIS IS WHAT IS MEANT BY “HAS GONE TO THE DOGS”

Something to say?

Sponsored Ads