DON'T TAKE DIRECTION
FROM THE HAMBURGER
It never was. It doesn't exist. It's made
up of other things, and on its own is
nothing. That hamburger's never
smelled the meadow as does the
cow it comes from. That hamburger
never sensed the thrill of silage, or
the thump of good hay, crunching.
It's never a thing, by itself, before
it is what it is or becomes.
Hamburger. But don't let it
get you down either? Like the
guy said to the sorrowful horse,
'Why the long face?' If you must
eat it, then eat it, but don't
leave a trace.
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