I never had much of an interest in becoming a vegetarian. I really, really liked eating meat. As a teen and college student, in a moment of inspiration, I tried a couple times on sheer willpower – and as a result, failed after a day or two of keeping it up.
A spiritual friend I respect deeply suggested: You will attain clarity if you give up meat.
And he added: Meat gives off a disgusting gas when you eat it that makes you fat and gross.
It was a perfect combo of statements. A new intrigue and new repulsion to add to my daily encounter with meat. After a one-month taper off meat, I haven’t eaten it ever since.
Did I attain clarity? Well, yes.
It’s pretty simple. I now see that the meat I’ve salivated over is – an animal’s leg. Now when I see prosciutto, bacon, or filet mignon I have the odd sense of it still smelling delicious, and yet conceptually and repulsively I SEE a pig’s butt.
Put another way: it’s like looking at a piece of shit, and remembering that it once tasted like prosciutto to you.
My conscience no longer suppresses that I am eating the ass of a being. A being that was running around, being cute or grazing – and thus, I have clarity. Because other things have become un-suppressed, too.
(And I have no interest in making meat-eaters wrong – only interested in sharing this unique perspective, which I’ve never heard other vegetarians share. Perhaps they are out there. I’d appreciate an intro.)
To be continued.