I rely a great deal on animal instincts.
My senses tell me hubba.
My asshole is doing as much to keep me alive as my brain.
Survival is my primary instinct...it's out of my control. It's stronger than me. It's an outside force, a voice that says 'do this for your life or it will devour you.'
A dog can't think that much about what he's doing, he just does what feels right.
Smell is a very animal thing, almost reptilian, where the more cerebral things like reading less so.
Fire taps something ancient and vital in each of us, something both snarling and reverential.
Anger is one of those emotions that doesn't follow the letter of the law. It speaks before it thinks. It rears up on its hind legs and charges.
I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.
I always find you go back to an animal; it will always show you the sort of primal aspects of behavior. You always know how to respond if you choose that.
Even in the most sophisticated person, it is the primitive eye that watches the film.
