Theatre @ vegan

“Welcome to Dreamland”, which could be a Cloud Cuckoo Land or it could be a reality we dream into existence. Could a society of herbivores ever exist?
“Ya gotta be dreaming”, and yet … and yet who knows what will happen and why, in the future?
Today none of us has any excuse for doing nothing; vegans strike out and hope to draw others along with them. At this stage, ‘going vegan’ is an unusual thing to do. In the future it will so ho-hum it won’t be at all self-conscious.
When we promote veganism we’ve got to seem almost light hearted about it. Certainly not threatening. We have to take our cue from the theatre - never threatening, confronting maybe but never insisted upon.
The lights are dimmed, the audience gingerly take their seats. They’ve come for a show, hoping the actors aren’t nervous. They want to see something new. They want us to suspend their disbelief, convince them, make them laugh a bit even if the joke’s on them. They’ve come to see what we make of non-violence and how we expect to make change happen without it.
In this vegan theatre we show a flow of slow water. ‘Powerful-slow’ we’d say, but powerful-effective. Attrition is part of the power of flowing water. We present a similar flow of slow information, working like water’s attrition, gouging valleys through hubris-peaked mountains, melting snowy peaks and chilly attitudes, clearing paths for the stream to flow down to the sea. Slowly we have to wear down opposition to plant-based diets and animal exploitation - it’s all done by attrition. I suppose benign attrition and veganism amount to much the same thing?