As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.

The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other.

Repetition is important in the training not only of animals but also of humans.

These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.

I can only tell my story, what you believe is up to you.