I Wonder

I wonder. And perhaps that is enough? Do the antelope wonder? My gut tells me they do not and my observation confirms: Day after day, millennia after millennia, the antelope are prey; they are the hunted. They do not rise up and fight back. They do not do much of anything about their existence really, just eat grass and run, eat grass and run, eat grass and run.

But I, a human, wonder. Surely that alone means something. But if it does not, perhaps the object and ultimate destination of my wond...