Story of having to read about vegetarianism to realize it is super healthy. Dozens of hundreds of professionals thesis and summaries now available on internet.

I wanted to do a summary about vegetarian diet, but now with looking up on the net it is so easy that I decide to leave this to myriads of true dieticians, cooks, or all persons of certain amount of knowledge.

I am a vegan now, just cause I was thinking to cows or goats and sheep that are used years in years, over used and deformed, their breast distended (dissent) to the floor in repugnant condition (condiment) of hygiene even when they are deemed to be free…to what? To be put down when they start being a granny. Grain.

In London, of all cities, so many different foods coming from everywhere, and a lot about vegetarian thanks to some sects of the Hindus (hindus aren’t all vegetarians) .

as a vegetarian I even stopped being one following old myth (distort) and fearing I did not have protein enough when my jobs became somewhat and sometimes harder physically.

The real reason, the one determinant is that it was 10 years ago and that I did not have internet access. One day, though, I went to one of the biggest public library in Europe, in paris. I was erring inside (well many days like this) and just bumped into the vegetarian shelves. I knew I could become vegetarian again without any risks as information were at hands. Working in transportation at the time, and at several occasions and in fact regularly I could see from far and all the way the cows, pigs, sheeps, fowl, oh folk, trying to take deep breath through the aperture of the trucks driving them to slaughter houses.

As I was watching them, I recognised yes, eyes, nostrils, muses, lips, mouths, and beards (wired), hip hails, ail, hairs, flesh, silky under, pelt, skin then leather. I am so ashamed, rather (rate) not to say, even to myself, as I knew since the start of my life that these are animals, that they are vest best friends, that they are us, that they cuddle, think, feel, live, laugh, cry and smile for the ones that have listened to their heart. Heart beat just the way one take breath after breath, for live to enter, even though we gonna be slaughtered by the very same that bred them. I don’t know I had to say to myself,  you have to become vegetarian back, I don’t know how dozens, hundreds, thousands times, since repeated and sever, sieve, siezed or served,  in my mind or conscience rather, looking att these animals that you can attribute with comprehension enough to know, or sense of course more, the fact that they are driven (to, certain, ascertain, certitude, attitude of not in-human HAM) to their meat, death without human braver to defy the holocaust of all ages, and animal like human expires. And what about what one would say, crate, treat trait, ingloriously ignominiously like that, back to their creator?

To stop when you have read the 10th good book on vegetarianism. And swer to everything you got- life content and awarness of that- while you got that one gaze is one more, less for one’s paradise path, if one’s own is not up to that, appreciate a beast same content. Con-tent. The same home the same sky. As far as the / the shelter don’t dry dust or allow defloration, deforestation by sadness or inundations. Radiation, radiator.

Glad, iator. Rad like raft.

Allig ator.

VEGAN AND GAVE.