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I am the butterfly. I obey only the whispering winds. I am deaf but I enjoy their silence, because I can feel the difference. You humans sicken me. Your noisy machines detach you from me more and more. Not just me though, the others in nature as well.

I am the tree. I am always reaching. I am trying to find a reality to hold on to, so that I may escape from yours. You humans sicken me. You are always striving for more and you have so much. I strive for something because I have nothing. Not now that you have taken it all away from me.

I am the bush. I am stuck in one place. I am always watch you, but never for very long, and rarely twice. You humans sicken me. You occupy yourselves inside me, in groups of two. Your lust is so abundant; your love so rare. You are no better than those rabbits which you look down upon.

I am the whale. I calmly swim, because I am always searching. I am short-tempered: I kill he who tries to kill me. You humans sicken me. I see no problem with punishing anyone for such an act. Yet I, doing no harm, am greeted with murder and odd machines and experiments. Your bloodlust is so strong that you need laws to keep my species (and yours) in existence. Are you really so arrogant that you think I do not mind? The cold machines, and the heart stops.

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I am the human. I have no idea who I am. I have no idea what I am doing.