When A Human Being Kills An Animal

While The Poet Entertains He Continues To Search For Eternal Truths, For The Essence Of Being. In His Own Fashion He Tries To Solve The Riddle Of Time And Change, To Find An Answer To Suffering, To Reveal Love In The Very Abyss Of Cruelty And Injustice. Strange As These Words May Sound I Often Play With The Idea That When All The Social Theories Collapse And Wars And Revolutions Leave Humanity In Utter Gloom, The Poet--whom Plato Banned From His Republic--may Rise Up To Save Us All.

Even In The Worm That Crawls In The Earth There Glows A Divine Spark. When You Slaughter A Creature, You Slaughter God.

What Do They Know-all These Scholars, All These Philosophers, All The Leaders Of The World - About Such As You? They Have Convinced Themselves That Man, The Worst Transgressor Of All The Species, Is The Crown Of Creation. All Other Creatures Were Created Merely To Provide Him With Food, Pelts, To Be Tormented, Exterminated. In Relation To Them, All People Are Nazis; For The Animals It Is An Eternal Treblinka.

We Are All God's Creatures-that We Pray To God For Mercy And Justice While We Continue To Eat The Flesh Of Animals That Are Slaughtered On Our Account Is Not Consistent.

Every Body Resisted (the Slaughterer) In Its Own Fashion, Tried To Escape And Seemed To Argue With The Creator To Its Last Breath.