My cat Evan knows nothing of war or famine or pestilence or blood. Bravo to his ignorance of ideology! He cares nothing for torn soldiers, starving children, the Ebola virus, or oozing traumatic amputations. He sits solemnly on the recliner listening to John Coltrane thinking only tranquil cat thoughts, imagining nothing more disturbing than kibble and another day of naps. He does not need to consider himself. He is himself - a sleek, gray untutored genius of silence: the only true Buddha I've ever met. - mce