Recently, the bunnies got new quarters. Though we wire-netted the bottom, last night they gnawed right through and started digging their way to China. I don’t blame them. I’d like to see something more of the world myself.
They didn’t get far, but it does make me wonder. I’ve been trailing off the pet road. What is it worth fighting for freedom (of any kind) when at the same time you’re “enslaving” cats, dogs, guinea pigs and bunnies?
Also, I don’t buy into the “bunnies just like to dig” theory. Though they’re properly cared for, it’s obvious they want out. And I don’t blame them. I’d want out myself, even though I must admist their living conditions are the best.
In a way, my own living conditions are the best too. I have a roof over my head, food on the table, a healthy body and just about enough time for the creative flow to keep me from being bored out of my skull when doing the money dance.
So, when I say I want to escape, does this mean I want to pick up these living conditions and put them somewhere else, where they fit in better with my surroundings?
I know of the saying “change yourself, and your surroundings will change with you”. That might be true, but I think we can all agree that it isn’t just our surroundings that should change. Society itself should change, rise above the petty form of capitalism crushing lives.
Should I help the bunnies escape? Top3 and Top4 would be sad, of course. But life goes on, and perhaps they’d be the wiser for it. Perhaps they’d seek out freedom earlier on in life. Perhaps they’d go on where I have left off, and seek political freedom, or material freedom, or whatever term we use for this thing that – at this moment – seems to be beyond the bounds of the possible.