Maybe one day, if our species survives, we’ll look back on this time and think to ourselves “is this really the way an intelligent species conducted their world?” Maybe then we’ll be long gone from Earth, long passed will be the days where we cultivated cows for food, or dug mines for coal, or destroyed rainforests for wood. And the wearing down of the strings symbolizes things such as famine, disease, the power hungry leaders looking for personal gain over species-wide preservation, the destruction of our planet through use of fossil fuels, and everything else trying to bring us to a fall. Food, water, energy sources, habitable land to live upon, etc. In fact, it is we that are the marionette, and Earth is the master, and the strings are these few vital resources that we supply ourselves with. Only the strings are old and thin, and some of them are already broken, and some of them were never attached to begin with. We’re so reliant on things we think we have control of, but our control is akin to the strings on a marionette. Because if things like the cow, or oil, or clean water were to disappear, our society would collapse. And that it’s the cow that is truly the master, or say the mother, to our world. Almost like all of human society is based around consuming resources, and the genetically altered cow is a symbol for those resources that we consume at alarming rates and using immoral tactics to obtain them. But if I’m ever listening to the title track at night, in the midst of the Mother Fore choir section, looking at that cow gives me this dark tingly feeling.
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