Today, it isn't unusual for meat to travel almost halfway around the globe to reach your supermarket. The average distance our meat travels hovers arounf fifteen hundred miles.

Species don't make choices, individuals do. And even if species somehow could, to imply that they would select perpetuity over individual well-being is hard to apply more broadly. By this logic, enslaving a group of humans is acceptable if the posed alternative were nonexistence. (Instead of Live free or die, the motto we script for our food animals is Die enslaved but live.)

For every ten tuna, sharks, and other large predatory fish that were in our oceans fifty to a hundred years ago, only one is left.

Cruelty: Not only the willful causing of unnecessary suffering, but the indifference to it.

Hayvanların yenmek suretiyle unutuluşundan öte, Kafka'ya göre hayvan bedenleri, unutmak istediğimiz tüm yanlarımızın unutuluşunun da yükünü taşıyordu. Eğer doğamızın bir yanını inkar etmek istersek, bundan hayvani doğamız diye bahsederiz. Bu yanımızı bastırır ya da saklarız ve buna rağmen, Kafka'nın çoğumuzdan daha iyi bildiği üzere, bazen uyandığımızda kendimizi yine de sadece bir hayvan olarak buluruz.

Fish are divided from us by surfaces and silence.

As told by Kafka's close friend Max Brod:"Suddenly he began to speak to the fish in their illuminated tanks. 'Now at least I can look at you in peace, I don't eat you anymore.' It was the time he turned strictly vegetarian.

Two friends are ordering lunch. One says, 'I'm in the mood for a burger,' and orders it. The other says, 'I'm in the mood for a burger,' but remembers that there are things more important to him than what he is in the mood for at any given moment, and orders something else. Who is the sentimentalist?

Not in all ways (of course), but the animals you know have power: they have abilities humans lack, could be dangerous, could bring life, mean things that mean things.