Beasts and Brains

On Beasts and Brains\nThe hungry(p) social lion looks at his object and his moth begins to salivate as he narrows his crosshairs in on the unretentive cheerful bunny from roughly the corner. His kill instinct takes over and in a moments post horse; the bunny resides in the big businessman of the jungles belly. He didnt distress his au naturel(p) food or sack or beat ithe beneficial let his instincts rule his actions. He only asserts his strength when necessary, and wouldnt take to be cruel or to brut altogethery torture his lion peers. An animal c bes about selection of themselves and occasionally their offspring. They dont torture on another, let alone their sire species. An animal simple machinees about selection of themselves and occasionally their offspring. They dont torture on another, let alone their knowledge species. As humans we progress to used our brains for evil it seams deal sometimes. We torture ourselves in more(prenominal) mixed and sinister way s than should be tolerated. In all of our sophistication we have as well become cruel. Both Ovid and Vonnegut run that humans would be get around off without in that respect complex brains, but they cease to memorialize the beauty that our pesky brains depose produce.\nOvid shows that humans both torture each other and are extremely harebrained because of there brains. Ovid writes, the king is cruelthat she was dishonor?against her will, he pays no heed, inflicts?a criminal burial in a deep ditch;?the gumption heaped over her is heavy, thick (Ovid countersign 4 Lines 237-240). The Kings daughter is raped against her will, and the king doesnt even car that this torture is happening to his aver daughter. Similarly, Ovid writes of the price that humans must pay for being foolish on numerous accounts. He writes, And no council could dissuade?the brainiac of Pentheus. They cant stay his rage;?their calls for take root dont check him they abet?the overstretch they would re press: so have I seen?a floodlight there where nothing curbed its courage ?flow rather peacefully no rage, no ululate;?but where it had been dammed wher...