Watching the cattles browsing on grass from my window every day I sort of like to go back to Iran, get a rather easy programming job and live a usual life. Pasturing and staying idle from late morning to sundown. Sleeping the rest. Finally getting slaughtered someday without even bothering to know what’s going on. Isn’t it what we call an ideal life?

Animals as critics.- I fear that the animals consider man as a being like themselves that has lost in a most dangerous way its sound animal common sense; they consider him the insane animal, the laughing animal. the weeping animal. the miserable animal.
--Nietzsche, The Gay Science, 224