When discussing animal rights, I often find myself battling with the preposterous notion of purpose; some “have it”, some “do not”. I have never been able to see the world through it’s hierarchal pre-disposition, but I am left to question: What is ‘purpose’ supposed to be and why should it ever play to determine the value of ones life. Moreover, how do you measure purpose and should someone naturally have a greater value because of who or “what” they are?
Image © 2015 League Against Cruel Sports
…than support the exploitation and slaughter of animals!
Over two hundred days have now past since this demonstration took place and yet it continues to provoke controversy. Following its coverage in a number of national and international publications, this picture incited shock and outrage, however, many still overlook its true meaning.
Good Morning – Afternoon – Evening.
The curtains have been drawn and the window has been flung open. I stand and enjoy the the floral scents; the clement breeze. It makes a change from the piercing winds that sliced through me just some months ago. Summer has arrived at last and so, I have stirred from my pit to rejoin civilisation.
Slumbering away the afternoons and ploughing through a stash of vegan munchies was a relished activity, but with my food stocks becoming increasingly low, it was time to wake up, smell the coffee –
…and see what’s new.