I'm interested in the kind of religion that makes life harder. I'm not so interested in the comforting kind of religion.

It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?

Oh, I'd say I like a meal as much as anybody. But I find a certain kind of foodiness silly, gluttonous and embarrassing.

It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn't know inside me.

However much we obfuscate or ignore it, we know that the factory farm is inhumane in the deepest sense of the word. And we know that there is something that matters in a deep way about the lives we create for the living beings most within our power. Our response to the factory farm is ultimately a test of how we respond to the powerless, to the most distant, to the voiceless--it is a test of how we act when no one is forcing us to act one way or another.

We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.

We spent our lives making livings.