I read this somewhere; a strange but logical way of making a choice: "I'm not vegetarian because I love animals, I'm vegetarian because I don't like vegetables."
I always feel uncomfortable when sitting at the same table with vegetarians. Their expressions register a very tiny change when they glance at my plate. I feel quite guilty, especially when they do not say anything. It's like a silent protest that pierces my mind .... a deafening indictment.
I sometimes wonder if there is way that I could capture the feelings, the pain, the fear and screams of the millions of plants like corn, rice, wheat, spinach, onions, beets, potatoes, etc as they are chopped up and plucked out by their roots.
The comparison between plants and animals could be silly ..... but who knows for sure? I feel better already, knowing that I could not be so wrong!
I always feel uncomfortable when sitting at the same table with vegetarians. Their expressions register a very tiny change when they glance at my plate. I feel quite guilty, especially when they do not say anything. It's like a silent protest that pierces my mind .... a deafening indictment.
I sometimes wonder if there is way that I could capture the feelings, the pain, the fear and screams of the millions of plants like corn, rice, wheat, spinach, onions, beets, potatoes, etc as they are chopped up and plucked out by their roots.
The comparison between plants and animals could be silly ..... but who knows for sure? I feel better already, knowing that I could not be so wrong!
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