I walked with a black wolf so huge, my head didn’t even come up to its shoulder. We walked side by side through an old growth forest along a path that was forgotten by the extinct but remembered by the trees.
We talked about economic policy, the bullshit of trickle-down economics, and why all good merchants are immoral, and all moral merchants are starving. You can’t be one without compromising the other.
“But then again, it all depends on what your definition of morality is. I’ve noticed among you humans, that what you declare as immoral is usually those things that you can’t take personal advantage of. You wield morality as just another weapon to browbeat the easily intimidated with. It is like growling, but less elegant.”
What the fucking hell, man. Just… What the fuck.