Dog is the reverse of God, good, three letters meaning trinity. We must be loyal, like Dogs, to the Way, but also tough and strong, like Dogs. We must be Dogs.
Cat = feline = felon. Vowels, in Latin, are insignificant. Root word is fln. Felons are saved, but they must be converted.
There is an old saying, “ye souls who are lost at sea”. If you die at sea, there is a greater chance you will go to hell, beause your consciousness energy will be trapped in the ocean, with no host human bodies to enter. At the pearly gates, the instructor will be like “Oh, the rules are ye souls who are lost at sea” he will say it all casual like, as if you were expected to know this beforehand. Heads will nod in agreement, accepting the contract blindly. Then, you will wonder…why the hell didn’t I know this sooner? Punishing yourself, punishing yourself. This would make a good prog-rock song.
In a past life, we were chickens in cages, that is why we are obsessed with submissive sensations. Sacrifice pleases her more, her legs are open wide open like the evening door. Yearning yearning if you will, in the end we are still not yet still. Howls howls in the night, open your mind and watch it fly away, like a kite.