The fish feels alive pushing through the water, yet, she does not have a conscious awareness of pain. She does not feel the sting of a hook, only the strain to get back to the salty water.
The lion feels alive resting in the grass, his mane blowing — knowing his sexual dimorphism is a crown of his mighty gender. But he does feel pain. A lion will limp when injured. Aware. His degree of suffering cannot be measured. But he is alive.
And so is she.
Swimming. Resting. Walking. Waiting. Protecting. Seeking. Living.
A lion is not a fish, yet both are alive.