i think of those lab rats living their lives blissfully in cages hand-fed fruit-loops and poison
they’re happy says the veterinarian scribbling notes on a clipboard while the rats drink sugar water and run on wheels
fate is not kind to lab rats their years are already so short a drop in the bucket compared to the well of time humans draw from greedily
death is a shadow for humanity; it is the thought gnawing on the bars of our mind, the ghost of an animal running endlessly on a wheel that we placate with toys and treats
we call it housing enrichment because even lab rats have a home because we choose to personify everything even the things we ****: carbon monoxide, bloodletting, a severing of nerves
and when they breathe their last breath we write in our journals that the animals were sacrificed, not killed, not murdered dying for a cause bigger than them for science, for knowledge, for gods on sterile altars
sacrificing animals in science is a tetchy subject for most; even some scientists. i just don't want to forget the importance of a single life--that which we **** to help others survive. note: scientia potentia est translates to 'knowledge is power'