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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Grainne who wrote (101975)	4/25/2005 11:43:51 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 108807

I once walked in the woods every day. A spider built a particular kind of web, and to my unpracticed eye it looked more like a dustball in the corner of an ill-kept house that had a large furry dog or cat. These webs were everywhere, and I tried to avoid an unpleasant encounter with them. One day a ray of sunlight knifed through the dark forest canopy, illuminating a web made by this kind of spider. The web glistened in the sun, and I could see that the apparently chaotic mess concealed a perfect hemispherical chamber, inverted like a small bowl over the spider's hunting range. I never again doubted that every creature, every organism, plays a role. Even wood ticks, cobras, bacteria, viruses, internet denizens. You are right. I haven't killed in more than ten years because priorities I accept prevented me from hunting. So, counting animals bigger than a bread box, we are even. Zero. I have done away with a few mice, not having a cat. Are you SURE your cat hasn't killed any mice? Any birds? Cats are predators, after all. It would be unusual if your cat has not killed any. Let's rule out mice and other animals that are smaller than a breadbox, but big enough to squash or flick away if they make you itch. Yes, I know, your menfolk lovingly relocate spiders outside. Even so, the creatures that die in order for you to be a Vegan are uncountable. Let's admit it. The web of life, chaotic as it seems from your vantage, cannot escape the need for death. We both rely on the uncountable to eat. We are even.