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I’m not a meat-eater. Much to the chagrin of my dietitian who fears for my protein/iron levels.
Admittedly, I have a well-trained, meat-sniffing nose that can identify any kind of cooked, juicy, tender animal flesh within a 50 yard radius. If there is some delicious BBQ going on around me – I’ll be certain to find it.
I have extinguished my desire of eating meat after contemplating the origin of the tasty cutlets, shanks, gristle, flesh and bone. Much as many do practices to reduce the human body to a sac of blood, pus and bones in order to get a grip on sensual desires, I have examined the disgust I feel when gnawing on a rib bone. There’s just something wrong to me about this. Still doesn’t stop my nostrils from going wild when I pick up the scent of a hamburger on the grill. Maybe for me, I need to go and sit near a propane grill loaded up with porky-goodness and treat this as my charnel grounds.
Here’s a link to a great little set of Q&A’s on Vegetarianism and Buddhism. veggiebuddhists.com
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