It is not solely or chiefly in virtue of the divine image that man effectively resembles God, but in virtue of his consciousness of being an image and the movement whereby the soul, passing in a way through itself, avails itself of the factual resemblance in order to attain to God.
Animals hold us to what is present: to who we are at the time, not who we__e been or how are bank accounts describe us. What__ obvious to an animal is not the embellishment that fattens our emotional resumes but what__ bedrock and current in us: aggression, fear, insecurity, happiness, or equanimity. Because they have the ability to read our involuntary ticks and scents, we__e transparent to them and thus exposed__e__e finally ourselves.
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Animals hold us to what is present: to who we are at the time, not who we__e been or how are bank accounts describe us. What__ obvious to an animal is not the embellishment that fattens our emotional resumes but what__ bedrock and current in us: aggression, fear, insecurity, happiness, or equanimity. Because they have the ability to read our involuntary ticks and scents, we__e transparent to them and thus exposed__e__e finally ourselves.
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