10th August 2024

"Can you really ask what reason Pythagoras had for abstaining from flesh? For my part I rather wonder both by what accident and in what state of soul or mind the first man who did so, touched his mouth to gore and brought his lips to the flesh of a dead creature, he who set forth tables of dead, stale bodies and ventured to call food and nourishment the parts that had a little before bellowed and cried, moved and lived."
- Plutarch, De esu cranium I

I am exhausted. I don’t want to argue anymore. Arguments don’t matter. They seldom work when it comes to moral questions. People already think they know what’s good or bad – even if it’s only at an unconscious level: “I try to eat less meat and buy free-range eggs…” When they do something that they know deep down is wrong, they will try anything to stay on the surface of themselves: “… but it is too hard, and I love bacon, and and and”.

Being accountable to oneself is difficult. I sincerely believe that it is extremely painful. As painful as it is necessary. I don’t need to convince anyone that eating animal corpses is wrong. Anyone can know it, but few dare to really recognize it. Socrates: “No one does wrong willingly”. It is commonly thought that the meaning of this quote is that if you know deep down that something is wrong, then you will become incapable of doing it. After becoming vegan, I would add that if you do something objectively wrong, you will always find excuses to salve your conscience. You either make yourself believe you are forced to do it (I have no choice, it is too difficult, too expensive, etc.), or you try to convince yourself that it isn’t wrong (it’s natural to eat meat, we’re omnivores not herbivores, animals eat animals, cows don’t suffer from being milked, same goes for chickens who lay eggs, etc.).

We love to cultivate our own ignorance at all costs. We don’t know what’s wrong because we don’t want to know what’s wrong. Please, don’t make me change my comfortable life. Please, please, please, don’t make me sacrifice my own pleasure. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to see what I do. I don’t want to know who I am.