Pay back

If we go downstairs from the music-filled attic to the flautist’s basement we might find a fridge and in it part of a baby sheep’s body. Our musician calls it ‘chops’ (most suitable for describing the violence needed to get them from the animal’s rib cage to the fridge shelf!). Now if these animal ‘remains’ have any power over us it’s in the perversion of the original animal’s life force – it’s soft tissue, ingested by the flautist, affects the musician’s system by perhaps compromising something VITAL. The ‘chop’ seemingly gives benefit but ends up acting like a leaden boot, which is the last thing our flautist needs to inspire beautiful music.
For our dearly beloved meat eaters, their cells filled with all this corrupted life force, their body and mind is held back. Their once-healthy brain signals are cramped by this heavy food. Our various immune systems have no defence against a lifetime of ingesting it. Advantage taking doesn’t pay off in the long run.
The cycle continues. We indulge, we give in to impulses, we let the ‘persuaders’ do their business with us and life goes on as usual. We can hear the sound of cash registers ringing and it’s pay back time in different ways for different players.