Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Meaning of Life

I just reached out my hand and crushed a fruit fly that was flying in front of my screen. I killed it because it was a minor annoyance to me. I killed it because I'd rather not think about its existence. I exchanged my whim for its life.

Suddenly I understand the Buddhist philosophy of not killing any animal, and the idea behind everything being "one of God's creations": if you can't take the time to care about a life, no matter how small, what does life really mean to you?

Hm. I just paused for a moment and wondered if these musings would prompt me to become a vegetarian. I don't think so. Not yet, at least. Maybe someday.