One can attain this spiritually, to ascend above beast: the still point where the animal ends and the angel begins, where hunger turns to contemplation, where the claw becomes a hand raised in wonder, where the roar softens into silent knowing. Ascend, not with the knife’s cold iron, but with the fiercer blade of voluntary fire that severs the root of lust without touching the flesh. Desire itself is transfigured into the pure flame that burns toward God alone.