Animals, what are they?

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We know they can’t talk our language and we find them to be ‘funny-looking’ close-up. They see their world two dimensionally, whereas humans are concept-forming in three dimensions. So what? What am I saying? That this makes it somehow alright to treat them in a way we wouldn’t treat our own kind, or our own kin?

I think I know how to treat my nearest and dearest. As we all do. With love and affection. And that must radiate out into a weaker version of love but nonetheless as an affectionate-interface) with anything we come in touch with. Guarding, protecting, we are good at this, humans. But we are duped into denying connections between what happens off-stage and what-happens on stage. Behind the scenes are the hidden secrets of the farms and abattoirs, all very prone to misinformation.

We all know how we treat each other. We can be nothing less than oozing with love and affection. This is our forte. It might be our saving grace, and why humans might become such an exciting species, later. But in the meantime, there are things we have to face, one of which is the decision to become vegan. For many, at the moment, this is One Hard Ask. But vegan advocates grind out the same fait accompli, that there is NO OTHER WAY TO PROVE you mean what you say, until you are a practising ‘vegan’.

I suppose it must feel like being caught in your own net, for as soon as you squeak ‘compassion’, you’ll soon enough be shouting ‘vegan’.

This is the diving-off-point to go deeper, to see how non-violence is a possibility for everything. Veganism is all about humans, animals and environment, and caring - if there’s anything doesn’t deserve affection nobody knows what it is.