On my mind

Last night, I saw my best friend who is home from Cape Town, where she is currently learning how to become a chef and cook up a wide variety of tantalizing meals . Sometime within the conversation the topic of concious eating came up. And we both discussed how it was a shame that while being taught how to cook, they were not taught much beyond the particular subject at hand. Should we not pause to consider the fact that two quails were sacrificed for one meal, or a rabbit, only enough meat to feed two? Is it really necessary for us to be eating so much meat? Can we honestly justify our mass consumption of animals? And, if we are to cook and consume meat, should it not be a fundamental notion that we are to be educated on where the meat is coming from, and what kind of life that animal had? 

In Tokyo, one of the worlds  highly acclaimed sophisticated societies, cows are fed on nothing but grass and beer. This is said to produced the most delicious beef on the globe. It sounds pretty delicious, but at second thought (ashamedly not the first) I question, "is this right?" Is it okay that fundamentally we are disrupting the food chain for our own pleasure? 

In a world where our cows are fed corn, our chicken, fed by-products of processed beef and our fish fed ground-up chicken bones and feathers, the food chain has become disturbingly distorted. It poses the question; "should we really be surprised that cancer is rapidly growing in incidence?" In our current state of existence it is said that one in 5 persons are at risk of developing one or more strains of cancer.

At 4 Am in the morning, this is still a topic that irks me. What are we eating? And where has our respect for earth and nature gone? If it is said that a societys' sense of humanity is based according to how their animals are treated, can we call ourselves humane? What can we say about our society? Or perhaps we don't really care to give it a second thought. Because, I'm starting to wonder who cares anyway right?!  Perhaps, if only a sense of conciousness can be planted, and from a seed of thought, conciousness can only grow.