I had a dream last night I was picking pecans from underneath a giant pecan tree. It was a good dream and it made me feel good for the first time in this terrible week since my wife said she was considering leaving me. As I picked them up, I thought of their subtle flavor and sweetness. I put them in my pockets, knowing they were a gift to the world. I could eat them without thinking about some murdered animal's soul - not that I try too hard to do that when I'm eating meat, but I always know how integral death can be to life when I do.
I used to joke that I ate chicken out of anger after raising them. It's an absurd thought. I doubt most people think anything at all about the animals they eat, let alone bother to feel any passion towards them at all - triumph, pity, waste, whatever...
I pick the pecans in a dreamland and I can summon their taste in exactness in my sleep. It's a very simple thing really but it makes me feel good. And it occurs to me, I wish more people were like me in sharing that simplicity.
I used to joke that I ate chicken out of anger after raising them. It's an absurd thought. I doubt most people think anything at all about the animals they eat, let alone bother to feel any passion towards them at all - triumph, pity, waste, whatever...
I pick the pecans in a dreamland and I can summon their taste in exactness in my sleep. It's a very simple thing really but it makes me feel good. And it occurs to me, I wish more people were like me in sharing that simplicity.
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