Things You Must Accept Part 1
My last cow and goat died sometime last night. I realize that the purpose of the cows were food. Even though it was not their ultimate end, I would still like to honour them as though it were.
Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
But since you must kill to eat, and rob the young of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship,
And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in many.
When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,
"By the same power that slays you, I to am slain; and I too shall be consumed.
For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.
Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven."
- Kahlil Gibran
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2 comments:
You have a big heart. I'm sorry about your animals.
I ditto Brooke. Our animals serve us well and they make life better.
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