I love Elephants. There is something innately majestic about them, in the way that they are large. They're mountains. They remind you how small you and your problems are. They remind us that we are not as godly as we humans believe. How is it possible for something so large to exist? They're old souls. Their eyes are small, and their creases hold both wisdom and innocence - an untainted kindness - purity - for a creature so strenuous, mighty, and bold. A reminder that in gentleness, there is humility, empathy, grace, and power. Much like the African Royalty - our Kings and Queens. And so unlike the Lion, whom we've bowed and sent our praises to; allowed their egocentric ways, with their loud and boastful roars. Afterall, they are Cats. Predators. They seek to conquer; and all the while disturb the sanctity of the nesting Zebras. They are English Kings and Queens. As one, they are a Lion. As twos, threes, fours, and fives: they're a Pride.
--- Ink and Wander
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De TodoThe name says it all. I have a quiet demeanor, but it is not silent.
