I am struck occasionally, usually while snuggling the cat, with our faith in domestication.
The cat is a small, ferocious predator, twelve pounds of…well, flab and fur, frankly, in Athena’s case, but what muscle there is is strong all out of proportion to her size. I have watched three 150+ primates try and fail to subdue a ten pound cat, and consider it not at all unusual. The cat is as flexible as a snake and as strong as an ox. She has quite dainty looking teeth and claws, but there’s nothing dainty about their ability to flay flesh from bone.
If the cat and I were in a duel to the death, I would almost certainly win. I am 15+ times larger than she is, after all, and while my teeth and claws are pathetic, I have prehensile hands capable of doing terrible things. But if I had to go in naked, as the cat does, (and assuming the cat was aware that she was going to have to kill me, and not taking a nap in the corner) I can pretty much guarantee it would be a Pyhrric victory. I’d look like I’d gone ten rounds with a wolverine. I would need stitches. A lot of stitches. Possibly a glass eye. And antibiotics by the truckload. It’d be a mess, and there would even be a chance of an upset if the cat managed to go face-hugger on me.
And yet, despite the knowledge of the shocking amount of damage my small predator could inflict, it never occurs to me to worry. I pick the cat up and she tucks her head under my chin and purrs, canine teeth centimeters from my jugular, and despite the fact that I am carrying a ruthless carnivore in a position where she could, with great ease, remove me from the gene pool, I am thoroughly content with the world. Even knowing full well that cats are not even a truly domesticated animal, that Athena’s kin might best be described as “consistently tamed,” my greatest concern is that my black tank top is now coated in white cat hairs.
We have such faith in the process of domestication, despite the sheer unnaturalness of what’s happening. Small predators do not curl up on the chests of large primates and purr in the wild. And yet, every now and again, generally when my small predator is purring on the chest of this particular primate, I think How strange, how strange… that we’re doing this, and even stranger, that we both take it completely for granted, and find nothing unusual in such a completely unlikely alliance.
The basis of socialism and communism as ideologies is the idea of shared ownership of resources and the means of production. Like, instead of you working in a factory to producing shoes for a boss so he’ll give you enough money that you can afford to BUY SHOES BACK FROM HIM, THE SHOES YOU JUST MADE (????????), the resources, the factory, etc. are all publicly owned, and everyone shares the products. No one in the factory has to buy shoes because since that factory belongs to everybody, and the resources belong to everybody, everybody has a right to get shoes that the factory produces.
And just apply that across industries in a giant web and that’s socialism.
That doesn’t mean all the poor people laze around and get the rich people’s money, because there is NO money, and there are NO rich people, because the economy is driven by shared need-based production rather than “this green piece of paper determines whether you live or die lol”
Socialism is really the only thing that makes sense. Capitalism is absolutely ridiculous if you think about it.
"Hey, you see all these trees? They’re my trees now. Why? Because I said so. If you want these trees, you have to pay me for it. Also, you have to help me chop them down. Why? Because if you don’t help me chop them down, I won’t give you the money you need to pay me for them."
??!!?!?! It literally makes NO SENSE.