"No Alex , Michael will be the first course, Gaug as the main course and penni and janice for dessert..Be afraid be fery afraid..janet"
IMO, we know little about "the world." I'm sure I don't, and I can really say that without false humility. There are many magnificent and mundane possibilities. In my puny, anecdotal concept of one description, world is said to be animate and symmetric; "just." Impossible to take or add to at "this level," without balancing "reward" or "retribution." One is advised to request "mercy," if offered, not justice; justice proving quite inflexible.
I forgot what I was thinking about completely. Maybe it was that the animals may be eating the animals.
And "admitting" "vegetarianism" can be quite oh, umm, maybe..."diverting." Maybe disruptive. Polarizing. Better to be a cross dresser or something. I almost never discuss it, because it really freaks some people out and combativeness is expected. Although most reasonable people don't care as long as they get their goats. Whole bunches of vegers are dickheads, but I guess that's the same as humans in general. (I don't have a very positive view of humans, myself included.) The "terms" of vegetarian"ism" are most annoying. Who wants to "be" a "vegan" for Pete's sake. Uk! And people talk of "converting" to vegetarianism, like it was pretty holy or something; just the kind of asshole you want on the flight to Tokyo.
Therefore the fine subtleties of actually being a veghead are rarely discussed. And there are some very interesting ones. Meateaters generally don't give an ounce of groundround and who can blame em. Your average veggie is more annoying than a mosquito and eats yuk for food.
I ate thousands of animals. If I were any good at begging, I would/will ask for mercy before justice, for millions of reasons. "They" say the record book is infallible. Etched. There is some good fortune in that concept, in that one doesn't have to worry what other people do; but if the light doesn't go out, it turns and points at the speechless and defenseless me. I hate when that happens. I invented the pathetic excuse, but there are times when even that fails. "Just remember," I can only tell myself, "...ask for mercy."
What a silly thing to write about. I feel sometimes I should take this machine away from myself. Sigh. |
