Vincent The Dragon

There is something introspectively saddening about having a life literally in your hands and feel it slip away, wishing all you want for another outcome, you feel it take it's last breath and are powerless to stop its life from ending. I wonder what others feel or would feel in that moment. Life is an odd contradiction, we don't feel sadness when we eat that hamburger. It is different though, that life was not taken for no reason, it was to give life to yourself. Creatures live and die by their own hand and fate every day. It makes me sad to see a dead animal on the side of the road, but I really like hamburgers. I do wish the creatures who's lives were taken for for me to sustain myself were not lives lived in pain or discomfort but I do little to actively stop it. Perhaps its the detachment from the act that makes it bearable. I have taken the life of animals during a hunt, ate of their flesh; is that different? I would like to think much like some of the natives of this land thought in which that animal allowed it self to be taken for me to survive and I should thank it for it's sacrifice, it's spirit will not feel wasted and the act gives it a grander purpose. Perhaps that purposed spirit will return to feed me again, perhaps the act of it's sacrifice imbues it with the ability to expand and become something more than it was. Thank you little bunnies for giving me feeling, sadness and humility. I am sorry I did not posses the power to keep you on this earth and that I did not see your little spot in Nature in time to prevent me from taking it from you.