Every man for himself

Been hanging out a alot with family, with the Dad's visit. I actually cooked today, after what seemed like ages, for the family. Drove them around and participated like part of a real family. Must say it's quite chaotic, rewarding as well as tiring.

Also some disturbing news. My Mom says the river beside our house has dried up, and is now with very little water. Hundreds of fish have surfaced and are fighting to survive on the last drops of water. This rare occurance has attracted a new type of predator: Man. They come from far and wide, on foot and in vehicles, with tools, to beat the fish to death and carry them victoriously back home to adorn their dinner plates and sizzle their taste buds. I am one to be deeply disturbed by something like this. For one thing, I could never bring myself to do it and my underlying assumption being that humans are not supposed to be vicious predators, when they are capable of independent thought and higher reasoning. These are not poverty-stricken people who would die if they didn't have this meal. What type of message do these parents want to send to their children, who watch their parents intently? But I suppose when opportunity presents itself, it's hard not to follow the herds. After all, one might argue, these fish are dying anyway, why not put them out of their misery sooner and enjoy a good meal out of it. And this is the somewhat the same thing fishermen do, i.e. hunt, so that we consumers can enjoy the same end result - the fish on the dinner plate. How is this that any different from hunting on your own? For a moment let's consider that these dying fish in the river were allowed to be. We can't save them all. They'd die eventually and the rotting carcasses will pollute the area, if the water level doesn't return to normal soon enough.

A good soundtrack from the recently released animated movie, Rio: