I just love this stuff.

It’s the story of a lion brought up in London, reintroduced into the wild, and remembering his parents. It is lovely, and it is worth considering in the larger order of things.

I love all of FSM’s creatures. Except insects. They can all go eff themselves. There are enough of them to make genocide unrealistic.

Who knows for sure about these things? Only arrogant morons. I say love is universal. And I’m arrogant and perhaps moronic about it.