This is true not only in the case of badgers. Is it not a fact that all things that exist for us are in the end but things in the existence of which we believe?
It is written in The Celtic Twilight , by Yeats, that some children on Lake Gill believed without a doubt that a little Protestant girl in blue and white garments was the Holy Mother Mary herself. When we think of them as both living in the human mind just the same, there is no difference between Mary on the lake and the badger in the wilds.
Should we not believe in that which lives within us just as our forefathers believed that the badger bewitched men? And should we not live as bidden by that in which we believe?
Herein lies reason why we should not despise the badger.