Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger than devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
~ Jorge Luis Borges
I’ve mentioned in at least one previous post that I have mixed feelings about visiting the zoo, any zoo. I realize that without zoos I would not be able to see most of the animals I’ve had the thrill of seeing in a zoo. However, sometimes it seems to me the animals themselves are not entirely happy to have ended up in a zoo.