Full disclosure requires revealing that I am not even a non-practicing vegetarian, so this may seem either hypocritical and or oxymoronic. However, reading this article reminds me of a story by the Russian author Andrei Paltonov, where a cow's calf is sold:
The cow was not eating anything now; she was breathing slowly and silently, and a heavy, difficult grief languished inside her, one that could have no end because, unlike a human being, she was unable to allay this grief inside her with words, consciousness, a friend or any other distraction…she only needed one thing – her son, the calf – and nothing could replace him: Neither a human being, nor grass, nor the sun.
Re: “The Life, Death and Afterlife of a Vermont Steer”
Full disclosure requires revealing that I am not even a non-practicing vegetarian, so this may seem either hypocritical and or oxymoronic. However, reading this article reminds me of a story by the Russian author Andrei Paltonov, where a cow's calf is sold:
The cow was not eating anything now; she was breathing slowly and silently, and a heavy, difficult grief languished inside her, one that could have no end because, unlike a human being, she was unable to allay this grief inside her with words, consciousness, a friend or any other distraction…she only needed one thing – her son, the calf – and nothing could replace him: Neither a human being, nor grass, nor the sun.