I will tell you a real cute story, but the ending, I warn you right now, is heartbreaking. This serves to sensitize our carnivorous nature a little. Even though a die-hard meat eater, I am getting more and more sentimental towards animals and even plants, though still too voracious... soul paradoxes.
The story takes place in the early 1950s, on a small dairy farm, with chickens and other small animals as well. The owners were a young couple and five young children.
The two older boys, from an early age, were already helping their father with the work when they returned from school. In the course of their daily chores, they saw the birth of Coco, a gentle calf, irremediably docile, due to the circumstances of his breeding for butchery purposes, that is to say, castrated shortly after his birth and well fed, for fulfill its mission. Even if they knew what would be his fate, it was out of love, without premeditation, that the boys offered him, full hands, abundant quantities of hay.
They used to play with him and Coco had become attached to them as well. In his bovine way of being, he pushed them gently and slowly, with his innocent and cheerful head. The boys climbed on the little ox and wandered around, along the paths that Coco chose as he liked. After a while, Coco got so big and fat that the little boys' legs no longer even hung on either side of the animal's body mass, they sprawled out on this platter, as if they were in a movement of a ballet flight.
One day, when they came home from school, Coco was not there.
- Where's Coco? - They asked their father. - He took a vacation.
The children did not dare to ask more questions. A few days passed and they noticed that there was delicious and succulent meat in their meals. It was Coco who fed them now, they later learned.
I admit that I could not hold back my tears while listening to this story. Told as something natural, by one of the protagonists, we could see, imprinted in his eyes and in his smile, the nostalgia for this feeling of childhood, of yesteryear.
Despite being the type who likes to eat everything, I'm ruminating on the idea that we must seriously think about changing our habits. Could we lessen our predatory instincts? How? What if we created laboratories to synthesize food, assemble atoms, molecules, to manufacture what we like and according to our health – "tailor-made".
Would it be feasible? But we can't do that overnight, of course. Everything must be very well planned, so as not to harm anyone's livelihood or to unbalance the entire ecosystem, it must be done gradually redirecting and reusing spaces and functions. It would take centuries.
I have written about this before [1], but with scientists developping innovative vaccine techniques in the pandemic that we are going through, by dealing with key components of matter, I hope that one day science will lean towards the "culinary", let's say.😄
Anyone who's watched the Star Trek TV series knows what I'm talking about. The spaceship had a fantastic food synthesizer [2]. Maybe we can do the same?
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[2] Food synthesizer
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