still loaded to an abbatoir for death, petrified because they know exactly what is coming.
But they're not petrified
They're friendly, they love music, they have all the space they could want. All the grass they could eat. Warm summers. If they were scared, they wouldn't be so friendly. I mean don't mess with a bull, but that's ipso facto.
Death is an outlook for us all, I personally want my flesh to feed something, even if it's just the worms, preferably a lion. Plant a tree right there, perfect. But just because I know I'm going to die one day, doesn't mean I'm scared all the time. There's plenty of moments they enjoy.
Look, I understand where you're coming from, and you're absolutely right about your moral standpoint. But when you're a musician with excruciating sinew damage, you start eating meat faster than you can weigh it over. I lay in bed for 3 days in fucking pain, and my sister's fiancé kept insisting "just try it once, cow & fish". And it helped so so much.
Maybe I'm projecting a way to feel OK with eating meat & fish once a month, but I'm never going to put my body in that kind of danger again. I know if you carefully watch your intake (esp omega 3, etc) you can go vegan and not have such issues, and I did try my best to watch it, even ate algae once in a while(not often enough i guess) but playing the piano creates a lot of tension on the hands, and it must not have been enough.