(14)(16) Don't eat what you can't kill\You can eat
(14)(16) Don't eat what you can’t kill. You can eat what you kill if it eats its own kind.
It is, among many, a sad fact of life that to survive, one must eat. It usually involves killing something that bleeds for its meat chewed off the bone. I sure admire all that can be made of all my parts, even outside food.
I wouldn't voluntarily give up my life for that, though. Now it’s a heated dispute over whether anyone should give a damn about the mass slaughter of my kind, bred to feed a hungry society, big fat dirty towns, and their farm-like creatures.
It seems even a dumb person would prefer not to get killed to feed, dress, and keep a family going. People are dumb enough to die true to their faith but rarely offer themselves at an abattoir to feed their poor. That would be real faith. Do not bleed yourself uselessly for the others as an attraction.
If it has to bleed, let it be to feed. I’m too dumb to have a faith like yours, but I have my own, very basic, just like all my needs to you. Sure, I’m there to be fed on; I’m full of meat. I just eat grass, but I’m a meal for carnivores that kill to survive and feed their young.
They'll have to rip me apart, tear me, and bite me while I scream in my own way and resist in any way that I can, because it hurts; it’s very painful and terrifying to be aware until you die of a multiple assault, being eaten alive, to agonize, staring half-dead till it's finished, while my heaving breaths slow down, my blood a wet saliva of violent necessity.
All people have to do is walk in a store, choose a piece of meat that looks good and bloody, and they can afford it. Other people make money killing us for you degenerate cowards, whether it's cheap ground beef on welfare or fat steaks.
All most people do is bring pieces of us home to eat. People and their towns bring needs to helpless, open-mouthed, lower-than-scavengers to be fed, clothed, healed, loved, and cleaned and carry their waste out of sight and create new needs costing raw life and more deadly waste, all for money, from so-called people who can’t even find their own carcass to scavenge.
Let me tell you this: I would go down your throat better and out your ass smoother if at least you had killed me yourself, if you, out of hunger and need, killed me.Would you just shoot me? The easy way? Would you crash my skull with a mace? Would you slice and bleed me? Since this is sadly a fact of life, among others, I’ll have to stop living for your needs.
You knew me alive, picture me now with X's as eyes, dead and cooked on your plate. I look similar. You recognize me for sure, but I look better now, cooked with the head, tongue hanging out, ready to eat. If you want me, why don’t you come and kill me? I’m not hard to kill.
I’m not very dangerous, just big. Don’t give me anywhere to go or any choice, and against my will, kill me. If you can't, if you’d cry, shudder, retch, or go away, then don’t eat me or any of my parts.
Don’t you dare eat what you can’t kill. That’s how scavengers get fat. Even if you’re an omnivore, kill whatever you eat or eat grass!
This new wisdom entered our lives via our family pet—a cute little pink pig.
We loved him so much we grew sensitive to eating pork. It gradually became unbearable. We couldn't chew or swallow bacon with him around. Sometimes, resting our heads against his ribs, we couldn't help thinking how good he must taste, so we decided to give up pork altogether.
You don't usually have that problem with cats and dogs, unless you eat them or go to a Chinese restaurant. At first, I must say, we missed it, but our love for our hog led us to a full ten years without ever eating pork again. Since we didn't own a cow, we still ate beef and everything else.
I should have said, for more precision, that a new wisdom entered our lives via our family pet pig and our next-door neighbor. A Chinese man, very Chinese, you know. One day he knocks at our door, and seeing how well our pet is treated, he's making an offer to buy him. He wants to eat him.
Outraged, we tell him we don't even eat pork out of love for the animal. Incredulous, he leaves. Later the same day, my wife gasps horribly standing at the window. We all rush to look, and to our stricken horror, the Chinese neighbour has thrown slices of raw bacon all over the driveway, and our pig is eating it!
There are no words to describe the hurt profanation I felt at that moment. He was still throwing bacon, smiling his yellow eyes into thin slits. I ran outside to strangle him. Just as I got near him enough to touch him, he raised a hand and a finger, smiling, and said--"wait!"
Something compelled me to stop dead in my tracks.
-"See? He eats his own kind of meat."
I looked at my beloved animal, happily grunting the meat away.
--" It's good to eat if it eats its own kind. You don't feel bad. He does it. You too. He doesn't mind. He doesn't like to die, but he doesn't mind if you eat him after.
It is very ancient Chinese wisdom. Overpopulation. Need much food. So you check. You look. If you don't see what you're looking for, you can play a trick, like I showed you for the pig. If you don't eat its meat, you can still eat, but you don't have to. It's personal sometimes. Chinese learn to eat everything.
When too populated, wisdom teaches that you either die or leave. Martial arts and Buddhism too. When too populated, wisdom teaches, Go crazy." Why these words had such an impact on me I'll never be able to explain.
--"What about herbivores then?"
I asked-
-" I explain to you already. Wisdom teaches not to eat, but wisdom teaches to eat if you have no food. You can eat anything to live, even people and what's left in your excrement.
Remember, it's never old! it don;№1;;;Matter when dead. You can eat it. It just doesn't like to die. Wisdom is you can eat what you kill if it eats its own kind. If you are very hungry, you can eat anything."
That was good enough for me. With this new wisdom, I realized how foolishly spoiled we had been and were depriving ourselves. In gratitude to my Chinese neighbor and his wisdom,
In gratitude to my Chinese neighbor and his wisdom, I sold him our pig. He slaughtered it and invited us to a delicious supper.
My family and I found it never tasted as good before. The Chinese wisdom of the mouth brought a deeper understanding of what we're chewing on, why, and how it can taste better.
