Watching a Rabid Raccoon

stumbled upon a rabid raccoon (posted on youtube) recorded by some family huddled inside their kitchen looking out the sliding glass door on a sunny afternoon & could not make it through a minute & thirty seconds, the way the animal so beautiful stood there twitching, with its eyes drunken & the idiots holding the camera commenting without knowing that the poor thing had become diseased, as the foam dripped from its mouth, when it fell i had to click out of the window entirely, do something else, get that ****ing image out of my brain--- but it would not go--- i wondered just what carnage had passed my own eyes, what carnage, what horrors of human doing, could invade my very being & leave me with less terror than this poor animal diseased & helpless--- had Nietzsche felt the same when he got down on his knees near the fallen horse & wept like a child, going mad? what unique images & feelings can destroy each one of us, leaving nothing but an eternal burn inside, making us wish that we never stepped into the ring.