RedA

RedA wrote

killing is literally a cruel action in-that it's painful for the one-dying. i think a killer's behavior though, is identifiable as cruel only should they demonstrate a "callous indifference to or pleasure in causing pain and suffering" . i'd tend to wary for the slippery slope between calling-out Cruelty and the kneejerk reaction to labelling death as suffering and pain as unpleasant, that we don't impose moralistic virtue constructions around others' preferences in this way.

slavery is cruel. rape is cruel. bullying is cruel. i want to defend against these oppressions, ruthlessly deferent to the commonality of strife and beauty. for me, pain, suffering and death necessarily play a critical part of a whole living, joyous experience. to neglect this truth would -i feel- be an authoritarian corruption of wild-relativity, removing me to some isolate Sanitary control-environment or institutional safety-bubble.

i'm not a Vegan so perhaps my talking about this is intrusive/unwelcome, excpet that i have a passionate interest in radical inter-special communication, anti-oppression solidarity organization and movement, returning myself to the folio-frugivore roots of our humane being. and #destroy civ. i find it tragic, an absurd moral claim; that one should be labelled Cruel for eating an oyster or a deer or a cricket or your grandma's sandwich; that they should be ashamed !

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RedA wrote

i am not a dietary practice but i have decided that living by my personal preferences is more important to me than the practical convenience or morale of appeasing their sensibility and sitting at their table. that i prefer to eat what i need and truly enjoy, rather than simply what happens to be available through instillled traditions of cruelty. Layla Abdel Rahim and Ria del Montana are some trusted accomplices who have helped my assertion by sharing their encouragement .

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RedA wrote

i imagine our grandchildren in a habit of traveling seasonally , sharing in gifts- gathering food medicines , celebrating in it. this place and conversation, this space where refugees and strangers and orphans might arrive and be received with warmth, potable water, music; It is my reason for fighting maybe, a dream to be nurtured and defended; a freedom between us and all the things holding it together Riddle is like this in a way but i can't drink the water. i need to go lift a shop. the place we are now isn't a place to where we can come back. we have 6 months to live. my grandchildren will not eat these apples. i wonder where to go next. i have an idea but. what do i know? i think i'll get a van .

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RedA wrote

enjoying sunshine on our skins, paddling a canoe through the hovering mist on a frosty morning, kid's first basketball practice, cuddly playful kittens, the intimate companionship of this woman my friend, putting up shiny lights and, a sensing of affinity or hint toward confidence in our world / psychic-geography or echolocation out of that abysmal despair toward a renewal of love to no end; Life, a dream - evolving- reciprocal meaning process.

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RedA wrote (edited )

how to bake bread kung fu and boxing biology, horticulture, social studies sewing, lol some musical instrument, painting, español, bicycle maintenance

**astrophysics and zen meditation

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