I have been very good! Surprisingly good. I’ve stuck to my veganism quite well. In part because of the guilt that would consume me if I consumed something I couldn’t per me Lenten limitations, but in part because of a mind transformation that has occurred. I am quite proud and amused. I could see myself being a vegan for a long period of time. Or maybe part-time, you know off on Saturdays and holidays. The way I state it hear almost feels so wrong, as if it were just a trend. A choice. Which, I could argue, goes against everything that I believe vegans stand for. For many vegans, the non-animal by-product thing, although calling it a ‘thing’ seems quite guache, but this choice they’ve made is one that was birthed from very real, very legitimate beliefs. The way our food industry treats animals is down right deplorable. The animals aren’t given lives. They aren’t given a chance to exist as more than just things to be consumed. They are soulless. Without a soul, do they ever exist?
The Sunday morning brunch of many Americans would suggest, yes, they do exist. But what if we chose to treat them better, you know, by growing our own chickens and raising our own cattle and housing our own goats (I’ve seen people do it!)? What that make a difference? For some, perhaps. The inhumane nature of present would have fundamentally changed. But for others, killing is still killing is still killing and is still wrong.
Only makes me think of one small technicality-
Why is killing wrong when it comes to animals, but… not when it comes to plants? Is it a heart that makes the difference? And if it is, who got to decide that that was the line in the sand?
signed
the body manifista.