In most of the world, it is accepted that if animals are to be killed for food, they should be killed without suffering.
Being asked to support humane meat means being asked to support the suffering of animals in transport, to approve of treatment that causes them palpable fear, their bodies shaking and their eyes wide as saucers, as they are slung by their legs into crates that are slammed onto the back of a truck.
Nor is the suffering limited to children in developing countries.
I may be too craving of that rich gift, the power of sharing other minds. I have drunk deeply, long, and oh! how blissfully at this fountain in a foreign clime. Hearts met hearts, minds joined with minds; and what were the secondary trials of pain to the enfeebled, suffering body when daily was administered the soul’s medicine and food!
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
I am not saying that factory farming is the same as the Holocaust or the slave trade, but it’s clear that there is an immense amount of suffering in it, and just as we think that the Nazis were wrong to ignore the suffering of their victims, so we are wrong to ignore the sufferings of our victims.
The great artist is the man who most obviously succeeds in turning his pains to advantage, in letting suffering deepens his understanding and sensibility, in growing through his pains.
To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.
A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.
The memory of my own suffering has prevented me from ever shadowing one young soul with the superstition of the Christian religion.