The evolution of power and survival in nature

I’m looking out the balcony, and in the terrace across the street, a big fluffy white house cat is stretching and showering itself, living in luxury in a modestly poor neighborhood. Its ancestors, tigers and jaguars and lions, are few and feared and worshipped for their mysterious power, but they’re all nearly extinct now. But the house cat is far from extinct. They are the most common pet in the world. They survive better than humans, with less effort than humans, no longer having to hunt for food. Now humans go to work to earn money to buy the food to serve the cats, while the cats do absolutely nothing. I am momentarily mesmerized by the cat and its movements. It relaxes its body so naturally, with so much dominance expressed in its body over physical reality. I wish I could relax better too. Even if I woke up from a great sleep last night, I still can’t compete. They dominate us emotionally, and I start to think that this is a species that has always known power and survival. Nothing has changed. I imagine that other large animals had some ego about domestication, but they’re all extinct now.

This is the same way I watch the form of my strength change from one stage of my life to the next.