Sterile Society

Modern industrial societies are so far removed from reality. Meat comes neatly cut in packs, unrecognizable morsels that once came from animals that could just as well have been someone's pet.

In the old days, when one had nothing to eat at home, one went out to the coop and executed one of the chickens one reared. A living creature that was brought up from egghood to chickhood to chicken chophood. Nowadays, one goes to the supermarket and gets a cut of meat, or occasionally, a whole chicken.

Where's the blood and death? Where's the emotional attachment to another living creature? It is, perhaps, not surprising that the average city-dweller does not feel much about destroying the environment and animals going extinct. There simply aren't that many living creatures populating the cities. The ones that do are fairly disgusting anyway, contaminated with the cast off filth of humans.

I guess unless one can feel something when eating a chicken drumstick, a feeling other than fullness, one can truly understand what is going on in the real world. A creature died to bring someone else food, that they may live. A dead pet dog or a dead human stranger may not be food, because of some emotional inhibition that some may feel. There should be some of the same inhibition in this sterile society, that nobody take sustenance from nature for granted.