Watch your own hand as it reaches for the knife. Feel the academic curiosity as your muscles twitch. The primal mind is not cruel. It is efficient . It has no use for guilt, just as a storm has no use for an umbrella.
Beneath the floorboards of your sanity, the dirt is breathing. Beneath the rhythm of your heart, a deeper drum is beating. It has no name you can pronounce with a civilized tongue. It has no malice, for malice requires thought. It only requires hunger . primals mental domination
Your prefrontal cortex, that proud librarian of morality, tries to file this scent away. Danger. Ignore. Watch your own hand as it reaches for the knife
First, it does not shout. It exhales .