Faster James Faster

Is there a deeper motherly pain than having your child stolen and eaten by something ten times your size? And why does life need death to live?

These quasi-fictional ruminations of a modern day Thoreau navigates all over the angst map.
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Sick and tired of the surface life, he left a cushy job in Boston for a not so cushy life in Vermont. With him migrated a cat named Buddha and a poisonous hamster named Mail All Bright. They set up house just before winter came.

He just wanted to do good. To be good and to do good. And he wanted to figure out why he was here in the first place. Here, as in on this planet.

Faster James Faster—yes, that is his name—ruminates.