Food

Such odd little pieces of meat. They didn't mean to cut up the cow, but they did. Each cow is just a number on the list. Once in a pretty meadow, and now in storage pens. Should I truly eat another being who my society uses? Living life is a tragedy for such creatures, so death is a release. Perhaps we need to look on things like Buddha does; in that, all life is pain and we can't escape it except in nirvana; hence, death is nirvana.