even during NS life, the prospect of not stock-taking at the end of each day is growing on me. I find myself simply waiting for the duty week to pass... And this is a dangerous way to live - or to waste your life. The protagonist in Norwegian Wood is about a good-for-nothing (as far as halfway through the book), who has wasted half of his life as a drifter, unable to get up after a hard fall.
Who knows, sooner or later, I might be regrettably found dead in an accident. No need to repress the thought - it is a possibility that can happen to anyone. Say when higher forces have grown tired of you, and decide it's time to chuck your piece off the chessboard... And when the time comes to die, I should be ready - to have found myself leading a fulfilled life, on very personal terms of course.
Anyway, those were some of the thoughts animals might have if they were domesticated, then one day sent to the slaughterhouse. After reading Diet for a New America, I felt cheated all my life, being shown only half the facts of our association with the animal-kingdom and mother nature. The meat taken from a dead animal, now looks grotesque and monstrous to touch, not to mention feed. What a sacrifice the animals were put into. In Robbin's words, "Eating should be a pleasurable activity" and not one tainted by blood and suffering of a fellow living being. The conscience is now crying out at me. Poor creatures. They are aware, they are intelligent, and they are suffering - just that we can't speak their language. And it's tough now our tyranny in factory farming, cattle ranching, and meat campaigns will bring about the planet's demise.
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