I have been feeding urban birds in my balcony for some time now, and I realized for the first time that what we savagely call celebration (the fireworks) must be terrorising every single soul that lives and breathes in a bush near a street.

We are so sophisticated in our psychosis. That is indeed a legitimate reason for celebration.

… if you are bound to the ground. Study this well, because this is a form of art when perfected by experience.