Holy Cow

You humans drink our milk and eat the eggs of the chickens and the ducks. Isn't that enough for you? Isn't it enough that we give you our children and what's meant for our children? And if not, when is it enough? All you humans do is take, take, take from the earth and its beautiful creatures, and what do you give back? Nothing. I know humans consider it a grave insult to be called an animal. Well, I would never give a human the fine distinction of being called an animal, because an animal may kill to live but an animal never lives to kill. Humans have to earn the right to be called animals again.

Feelings come and go, unless you don't feel them. Then they stay, and hurt, and grow pear-shaped and weird.

This is my religion—we’re all animals, perfect animals created in the infinite image and imagination of nature. It’s a life not without pain and competition and suffering, but it can be a life of dignity and mutual respect.

Then they just get it with their minds, intellectually, because if they got it with their hearts and souls, they would change, they would change and rejoin the animal kingdom and once again be proud to be called animals.

It's hard to leave anywhere. Even if the place sucked. It's hard to leave anywhere at all.

You can't just wear the food chain around your neck like a bauble or necklace. You're part of it and if you keep treating it with disdain, that chain will strangle you.

Dogs are the broccaflower of the animal kingdom.

Hate is like a poison you make for your enemy that you end up swallowing yourself.

Humans have to earn the right to be called animals again.

I’ve never seen a wild almond or a soy galloping about in its natural habitat, but cow milk is the best.

There is something in man that loves a wall, but what wall menders and fence builders do not get is that when they fence something out, they are also fencing themselves in. Not one but two prisons are made by one wall.

You think plants don’t have feelings? Maybe not the type of feelings you and I have, but they do have planty feelings, really slow feelings that unfold or blossom over years rather than seconds.

What a strange god that instead of bringing people together, divides them.

I was confused at how people could mistreat and eat us on the one hand and then celebrate us on the other for qualities they admired. It was then I realized that humans were very complicated and confused and I could spend the rest of my life puzzling them out. I decided I didn’t have time to do that.

The difference in mind between man and the higher animals, great as it is, certainly is one of degree and not of kind. —CHARLES DARWIN

I told you already that Mother Earth is our god, and the only thing that offends our god is waste and pollution, not words and pictures and jokes. I have nothing but sympathy for reverence of God in the abstract. Love of God and life is as natural as the force that holds the planets in their dance.

You want some of this?” The dog now angled his backside close to Shalom’s nose. This was not going to end well. “Can you tell they feed me steak? Go on, have a whiff. I would share with you, meine kleine bitch.

What a strange god that instead of bringing people together, divides them. So

You, me, the animals in the wild, the animal at your feet, the animal on your plate, the person next to you— We are all one We are all holy cows Moo

Maybe you should go back down to the house.' I said, 'I'm never going down there again, I hate people.' And she said, 'Don't hate. Hate is like a poison you make for your enemy that you end up swallowing yourself.' And I said, 'Nice one, Obovine-Wan Kenobi.

in mind between man and the higher animals, great as it is, certainly is one of degree and not of kind. —CHARLES DARWIN

Not one but two prisons are made by one wall.

Digression and digestion. It’s what we do.

Of course I’m biased, what else could I be? Bias makes the world go round, sometimes a little too fast.