Of the necessity to kill

Modifié le : 2019/08/04

Every day we eat will have been pre­ced­ed by a death. This real­i­ty is not the char­ac­ter­is­tic of human­i­ty, but that of the liv­ing… For mil­lions of years, the wheel of life has inevitably plunged its blades into the holy and mor­tu­ary water of necessity.

Not want­i­ng to eat so as not to kill is sui­cide, and no one suc­ceeds. Soon­er or lat­er, whether it is nec­es­sary to pull out a plant or break a sheep­’s neck, the hun­gry body becomes numb and bites into the death of the oth­er. Nature wants it this way, and Man is bow­ing down.

It will be said that the nobil­i­ty of this race was to make this act sacred for a time. It is also not­ed that rit­u­als appeared to calm the con­tra­dic­tions of the ges­ture. One could even say that, by killing, the vain prayers of redemp­tion were no longer rec­og­nized. We for­get that we have to keep killing. We lose our­selves in philoso­phies, we gar­ner a del­i­cate human­ism, we try to soft­en this dai­ly con­tact with the Great Grim Reaper.

Veg­e­tar­i­ans will say they are less of an exe­cu­tion­er. What do they know about it ? For all we know, they are even more hyp­o­crit­i­cal than those who observe, their lips wet with appetite, the row of corpses spread out in the butch­er shops.

Make no mis­take about it. Death is nec­es­sary. It is required to give it back its let­ters of nobil­i­ty instead of run­ning away from it and lying to itself, to dare to believe that our soul will not be used as a mouth­ful on the next side of history.

We are no dif­fer­ent from ani­mals. May this make us respect­ful and fru­gal in our murders.