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Manjari

Is a Cow, born on 2004-09-09, who joined us on 2005-05-27.

Among human beings, the more fortunate ones are those who have developed compassion for others. It means they have begun to break out of the narcissism which makes them think the sun revolves around them. It is a big step in the long march toward perfection. Two such people were returning home from vegetable shopping when they saw me approach aiming my investigating nose towards the several bags they carried. They stopped and their faces became serious as they studied my destitute condition; occasional tufts of hair scattered over bare skin stretched taught over protruding ribs; a seriously deformed ear still covered with dried blood; rear legs blackened with layers of dried diarrhea; a face twisted by sadness resulting from rejection, desperation, and the consequent loss of self esteem. Most people avert their eyes and pretend they don't see me... but not them. Within a moment they offered me all the vegetables they had and while I devoured them they called Care for Cows and arranged for my boarding. It was my lucky day. Upon arrival they tied me next to Gulab who was still recovering from a broken tibia and he began to lick my face. It was love at first sight. Now we have become inseparable and are passing our days happily together in recovery.







Can you really ask what reason Pythagoras had for abstaining from flesh? For my part I rather wonder both by what accident and in what state of soul or mind the first man did so, touched his mouth to gore and brought his lips to the flesh of a dead creature, he who set forth tables of dead, stale bodies and ventured to call food and nourishment the parts that had a little before bellowed and cried, moved and lived. How could his eyes endure the slaughter when throats were slit and hides flayed and limbs torn from limb? How could his nose endure the stench? How was it that the pollution did not turn away his taste, which made contact with the sores of others and sucked juices and serums from mortal wounds?

Plutarch