Have you ever hunted before? Did you hunt alone or in a group? Was it food hunting or game hunting? My grandfather was the last sane person in the family I think, everyone after him were package people, pets who ate boxed food. He would go out hunting for things like woodchuck, he would fish, he had no qualms about killing and eating them. My grandfather must not have had psychopaths around to fuck with his head and tell him how wrong he was about everything, I'm sure he encountered dickbags but they never broke him. He died. Seemingly unfulfilled, but maybe he was. I hope he was. I hope when I die I feel fulfilled. I wonder if the animals felt fulfilled in the moment before they felt a lightning bolt shoot through their body. And for what? A meal. A dinner. Food. My food. Our food. My mouth, our mouths, our bodies, feeding, enriching, on the life of another, because without, we would die. In the winter when there's no veg, we would die, we would be trapped and we would die. So we were forced, forced to eat meat. But now, the meat has become part of our lives, endless, endless meat. Screams forever. Cradle to grave. No more hunting. Only grinding.