On a philosophical level I am a weird one. I’ve served in the military, maybe my experiences there broke something in me, I’m not sure. But I feel that consuming a living thing, be it vegetable or animal, is a violent act. If you think about it logically, then anyone can see that it is as you are actively destroying another life to sustain your own. So, commonly I find myself at severe dissonance with my own existence. I’m not in anyway suicidal, and I’m not saying that I see this extreme viewpoint as a practical way to live. I recognize it for what it is and I do my best to live with it. In practice the way that I force myself to look at it is that I have myself and I have mine. I do my absolute best to maintain a nature that is as peaceful as possible, with the caveat that I will protect all of those that are mine with what ever ferocity or means I deem necessary. “Mine” include all of the people and the animals, even plants, in my life. What threw me so far out into left field on this issue is that was that mine hurt mine. I had never dealt with anything like this and I had no idea how to react to it. I was in completely uncharted waters emotionally, and it took me a few to grasp back onto reality.