The Animal Kingdom

Sometimes, I pretend I am intelligent. Just like a monkey, I can walk on 2 legs. I can smile. Eat bananas. I can raise children and live in community. I can scream and make noise and get people’s attention. I am a highly developed species and function very well on my own. Just don’t ask me about grace. What it means to live forgiven. How to discern right from wrong; or love sacrificially. If you do, I will most likely screech at your judgmental intolerance and bang you on the head with my banana.