I was vegetarian at birth, because so were my parents. But I started to eat meat when my father decided to breed sheep (and killed them to feed us).
Then during an existential crisis, I became vegetarian. I didn’t want to have my soul eaten. I had the impression that invisible beings were feasting on my consciousness. I wanted to send the message that it was immoral. So I excluded meat from my diet: if you’re consuming another being’s flesh then why shouldn’t you be eaten too?
When crossing the streets I stopped breathing. I thought toxic fumes from dust pipes were killing me.
I slept on the floor sometimes and spend hours feeling my body from the inside.
At the time I walked alone a lot, in the mountains by night, in the ghettos, anywhere. I loved to be afraid. But nothing much happened to me. Once, a group of gipsy children attacked me. They did cast stones at me actually but I didn’t care. It was cute after all. Two thieves asked for my wallet. And I said to them they could take it, but as I looked angry as a devil, they never tried.
I started to experience my first hallucinations even though I never used any drug or alcohol. I strongly opposed to drunkenness and narcotics.
I wanted to feel everything and never believe. I think, I’m still a nihilist and always will be. A god would be an obstacle to my spiritual intoxication. I don’t want anything exterior to rule over my rapture. I can’t help it. I’m permeable.
At the time, half ascetic, half sensually decadent, I encountered ecstasies and bliss every day. Sometimes, I felt the world and I were one. I was addicted to mystic possession and exaltation.
I don’t know how I managed to study Mathematics and music (the double bass).
When looking at all this, now, I think I was a “spiritual vegetarian”.
But nowadays, I would consider my reason to reject meat was ethical. I didn’t want to be eaten, so I had to avoid flesh.
But it’s weird. At the time it didn’t appear moral. It was based on fears, anguishes, hallucinations, and existential insanity.
I went vegan for purely rational reasons.
Then during an existential crisis, I became vegetarian. I didn’t want to have my soul eaten. I had the impression that invisible beings were feasting on my consciousness. I wanted to send the message that it was immoral. So I excluded meat from my diet: if you’re consuming another being’s flesh then why shouldn’t you be eaten too?
When crossing the streets I stopped breathing. I thought toxic fumes from dust pipes were killing me.
I slept on the floor sometimes and spend hours feeling my body from the inside.
At the time I walked alone a lot, in the mountains by night, in the ghettos, anywhere. I loved to be afraid. But nothing much happened to me. Once, a group of gipsy children attacked me. They did cast stones at me actually but I didn’t care. It was cute after all. Two thieves asked for my wallet. And I said to them they could take it, but as I looked angry as a devil, they never tried.
I started to experience my first hallucinations even though I never used any drug or alcohol. I strongly opposed to drunkenness and narcotics.
I wanted to feel everything and never believe. I think, I’m still a nihilist and always will be. A god would be an obstacle to my spiritual intoxication. I don’t want anything exterior to rule over my rapture. I can’t help it. I’m permeable.
At the time, half ascetic, half sensually decadent, I encountered ecstasies and bliss every day. Sometimes, I felt the world and I were one. I was addicted to mystic possession and exaltation.
I don’t know how I managed to study Mathematics and music (the double bass).
When looking at all this, now, I think I was a “spiritual vegetarian”.
But nowadays, I would consider my reason to reject meat was ethical. I didn’t want to be eaten, so I had to avoid flesh.
But it’s weird. At the time it didn’t appear moral. It was based on fears, anguishes, hallucinations, and existential insanity.
I went vegan for purely rational reasons.