I am not a vegetarian, but sometimes I think I should be.
I love the taste of meat, but am disturbed by eating fellow sentient mammals. Then I consider the fowl and the fish; decide I shouldn’t eat them either and then I am left with the plants. Plants are alive too and are killed so we can eat them. If we eat neither flesh nor fruit, we are left with nothing at all, except our own extinction .
I grew a magnificent pumpkin from seed. I fed and watered it and then I picked it, sliced it into mighty chunks and made it into soup. The slices wept moisture and were so beautiful I could hardly bring myself to hack it up. But I did: I cooked it with red lentils, cinnamon and spices , pureed it to creamy perfection and ate it with relish while the rain fell outside. Oh to be human!