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They know there's ... something wrong. And when you know theres something wrong either you do what you can about it, do what you can to change, or else you go in denial and raise a big duststorm about how there's not really anything wrong, except with the kooks who suggested there was something wrong in the first place.
Even a child knows, with a few simple facts. I had a girl friend one time who babysat and talked to kids. "Do you know where that hamburger comes from?" Shrug. "Hamburger stuff?" "It comes from cows." Looks at burger. "How?" "Well, they get the cows and they put them in a thing called a slaughterhouse. Have you heard of a slaughterhouse?" "I think so." "Well, it's a big building made to kill cows and pigs so people can eat the parts of their dead bodies. They kill them, then they cut their body up into pieces, and some of it they grind up in a grinder so that you can eat that hamburger." Looks at burger. "You know cows? Those big peaceful animals with the big brown eyes that go moo and eat grass?" Nods, looking at burger.
Even a kid knows there's something wrong. It's a moral challenge, like it or not. Just as sure as the war in Iraq is a moral challenge. Even more so because you can do a lot more about what you eat than you can about the war in Iraq.
On the other hand, it's also visceral. Or maybe morality is at heart visceral. I went vegetarian out of disgust when I realized the rotting death I had in my stomach, what I'd chewed and chewed and swallowed. My GF was vegetarian but didnt push it on me. I was riding somewhere and gave a ride to some hippie who turned me onto some acid ('71) and somehow the conversation got around to meat. He said, "Oh, you make your body a graveyard for burnt pieces of animal corpse." I shook it off and a week or so later got stoned and was making myself one of these deluxe homemade hamburgers with everything. I polished it off and was sitting there rubbing my tummy and the words of that hippie came back. I could feel this ball of death rotting in my stomach, and the pieces of corpse still in my mouth. I tried to fight it off but couldnt. I got up, vomitted it out, and never looked back. You know, even a kid knows there's ... something wrong.
I never argue about it. My wife is vegan and I'm gradually being veganized, down to shaving cream and toothpaste. But you dont have to even argue with those folks for them to get upset because, you know, they know. If you would have run into me a couple years before my awakening, I would have sounded just like them, mocking and braying. I want peace out of the changes I make in my life. Out of what I eat or dont eat, out of meditation, out of living sober. I used to argue about everything. I dont argue that much anymore. Attraction rather than promotion. Them that's got ears will hear. Peace.
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