I've Been So Relieved And So Grateful

I Have A Terrible Image In My Mind Of A Cow Going To Slaughter. There's Not A Lot Of Fight In Them. Pigs, They'd Squeal And Thrash Around. They'd Fight. It's Almost As If Cows Don't Know They Have A Choice. Not That They Don't Panic, But They Do So In A Quiet Way.

I've Been So Relieved And So Grateful To Not Have A God To Believe In.

As Soon As I Realized That I Didn't Need Meat To Survive Or To Be In Good Health, I Began To See How Forlorn It All Is. If Only We Had A Different Mentality About The Drama Of The Cowboy And The Range And All The Rest Of It. It's A Very Romantic Notion, An Entrenched Part Of American Culture, But I've Seen, For Example, Pigs Waiting To Be Slaughtered, And Their Hysteria And Panic Was Something I Shall Never Forget.

I Make Fun Whenever I Go. If I Go To Restaurant By Myself, Rest Assured, People Will Be Talking About It.

Everything Is So Sad And So Wonderful.