Murder

I took a sensient being’s life yesterday (3 actually) to offer it on the altar of food. It seems ironic, cruel even, to see a fisherman’s big smile when he hooks a fish. The fish on the other hand wriggles and gasps at the same time, shocked at the pain and the sudden breathlessness as it’s suddenly taken out of the water by a foreign being.

It would be horrifying to be a fish I think. Although that’s always been the natural order of things. The food chain if you will. Nature has designed this predator-prey system so the strong can prey upon the weak. Natures intention however was for the strong to be able to eat the weak although it frowns on same species feasting.

I thus find it reprehensible that men would hunt or fish for sport. Even more reprehensible are those catch-and-release fishing variety. For fuck’s sake man, if you’re gonna catch fish, then dammit eat the fucking thing! Unless there’s really a compelling reason why you have to release it.

Oh well, man is a vicious being and sometimes getting an explanation on some of the barbaric things that men do can be futile.

In my case, the life of the fishes I’ve taken nourished a few friend’s stomachs, although I can’t get myself to partake of the food they’ve become. Looking at the now grilled fishes, I can still see them squirming while life exited slowly from their gills.

What can one really say to that? Sorry?