Wild Has No Words

Wild is not words.

That’s the trouble. It’s almost impossible to write the mind of something wild — they don’t think in words. You can’t capture wordlessness with language. Even when we try, we fill the silence with stories, because that’s how humans make sense of things.

Animals think in feelings — in fear, hunger, curiosity. They don’t wonder why. They don’t know that what they kill was once alive. They aren’t cruel or kind; they simply are.

They act without words.

Humans are words.

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