Radical Kindness As a Form of Protest

On the morning, June 13, 2025, my wife and I were walking through downtown of our city. I spotted a small mouse on the sidewalk. It was shaking and seemed confused. We at once recognized the fragile beauty had fallen victim of the standard practice of poisoning rodents, a practice I vehemently oppose based on its inherent cruelty. A mouse wants happiness and tries to avoid pain and death every bit as much as you do or I do. Initially I thought having the mouse in peace would be a kind choice but seeing that there was a great deal of foot traffic, and it looked like rain. My wife and I decided to let put the mouse in the wooded area away from the sidewalk. I took her into my hands and lifted her up to the wooded green space away from the concrete. The wobbly little mouse wandered off into the leaves and disappeared to die in familiar surroundings and in peace, well, as peacefully as possible when one is dying of internal hemorrhage. Once the experience of sadness dissi...