I hate it when people ask "can animals feel?" Not because I am adamant that they do (oh come on, people, haven't you watched those heart-destroying ASPCA commercials?). I get annoyed because that question is so arrogant.
Frankly, so is the idea that we are alone in the universe. Space is expansive. There are thousands and millions of things out there that we DON'T KNOW about. But, no I'm wrong, it tooootally makes sense that there is NO LIFE OF ANY KIND OR DEFINITION out there somewhere. Yeah. That makes sense. It's like we as human beings want so badly to believe we are special that we deny animals of feelings and hope to God that He didn't make anyone else in the universe. So, no, aliens of any kind can't possibly exist.
My dad believes this. He firmly claims that "aliens" are completely fake. He always points to those old videos from the fifties of flying saucers caught on tape. "You can clearly tell this is fake," he always says. Then he adds something like: "You can sing the strings." or "That's so easy to doctor."
What does my dad believe in? Big Foot. And the Loch Ness Monster. He makes my space argument about things being too expansive and he applies it to forests and oceans. I'll give him oceans. I'm sure there is a cousin of Nessie flaundering about somewhere in the ocean (let's just remind ourselves, though, that Loch Ness is a lake). But the forest? How could it be that in this age of rain forest demolition and parking lot pavement that we have not seen some kind of Sasquatch?
But if Sasquatch was real, he would have no feelings. Because only human beings can feel anything ever. Just ask this puppy:
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