Friday, June 21, 2013

A Sensation Not Unlike Slapping Yourself in the Face

One must eat the other
Who runs free before him
Put them right into his mouth
While fantasizing the beauty of his movements
A sensation not unlike slapping yourself in the face...

Jane's Addiction

Rhys Southan:

So this logical debate over veganism becomes either an eternal loop, or a stalemate in which everyone’s logical justifications slap against a stone wall and dissolve into a mist. Does this exercise seem as pointless to you as it now seems to me? The main value in it, I think, is that it affirms my earlier intuition that logic and rationality alone cannot tell us what to eat. Emotions have a big role in most of our decisions, and if someone doesn’t have the sort of emotional response to animal agriculture that compels them to give up meat, berating them with logic probably won’t do much.

I was hoping this essay would be the prelude to a closer look at the question of why we, with all our vaunted cleverness, can't find a workable way to rationalize feasting on our fellow shaved apes, but it appears our society still lacks the "stomach", ah ha ha, for such "meaty", oh ho ho, dilemmas. I mean, can't we at least scavenge our own? All that protein, buried deep underground or turned into ash? What a waste. Let me know when you're ready to get serious about this. Until then, good luck with continuing to avoid directly reckoning with the true, sanity-obliterating extent of pointless suffering woven into the very fabric of existence.