Everything Is So Sad And So Wonderful.

As Soon As I Realized That I Didn't Need Meat To Survive Or To Be In Good Health, I Began To See How Forlorn It All Is. If Only We Had A Different Mentality About The Drama Of The Cowboy And The Range And All The Rest Of It. It's A Very Romantic Notion, An Entrenched Part Of American Culture, But I've Seen, For Example, Pigs Waiting To Be Slaughtered, And Their Hysteria And Panic Was Something I Shall Never Forget.

Im Having An Amazing Life And It Isnt Over Yet.

Now Men And Women Are Separate And Unequal. We Should Be Hand In Hand; In Fact, We Should Have Our Arms Around One Another.

For The Love Of God, Will Someone Please Punch Me In The Face So I Can See Some Stars?

I Have A Terrible Image In My Mind Of A Cow Going To Slaughter. There's Not A Lot Of Fight In Them. Pigs, They'd Squeal And Thrash Around. They'd Fight. It's Almost As If Cows Don't Know They Have A Choice. Not That They Don't Panic, But They Do So In A Quiet Way.