"Domestication syndrome": based on observed patterns in the way animals seem to be phenotypically affected by domestication. Neural crest?
If you are being actively molded by the hand of something greater, do you think it makes sense to call it domestication? Maybe it's a bad comparison; man did not create canines, but God created man. But I think if you're really lying at the feet of something beyond this world, eating their table scraps, we can call it a domestication of the spirit.
It is kind of scary, isn't it? You might feel like you're losing yourself. You are no longer a wolf. You are something else. You think differently from them, have less fear of the more powerful beings, eat different food, live differently. Less fear. When do we have good reason to be afraid of such entities because they have the wrong intentions? With such small minds, can we even understand when those intentions are malicious? When they are abusive?
Domesticated animals kept as pets do enjoy special privileges and protection. They also surrender their power. The integrity of their bodies. Their freedom. At least they don't know any better, huh?
This page isn't very good, and I apologize for it. Imagine something for me. You wake up, but you can't move. You're having an episode of sleep paralysis, you realize- there's that awful crushing feeling on your chest, and you imagine sitting up in vivid detail, reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand to have a drink, as your throat is parched, and you imagine opening the door of your bedroom- how is the doorknob going to feel? Is it cold? It's smooth in your hand. You can feel the carpet under the soles of your feet. You're having an episode of sleep paralysis. And then you realize that you've been awake for five hours, and you have actually been sitting paralyzed at your desk, staring at the wall, for almost an hour. It's not sleep paralysis.
I've decided I don't hate you. I just hate that you won't let me move. I hate that I forget it. I hate that I remember it. I hate that I do not control my legs. I hate that I do not control my organs. I hate that I do not control you. I hate that I know all of this. I don't hate you. I just want things to be better. I hate the fear. I hate the pain. I hate that there is nothing to gain, haha! Ahahaha! But things don't have to be useful. They are animals. They are mice. I hate the derailments of our campaign together. Let me run.
Abused shelter dog is finally adopted his transformation will shock you!