Day 32d: Voyaging for Virtue … (05/16/2019)

During my Walk, there were three primary messages I chose to share with folks whenever asked to do so; by far the three most important messages available to humanity in this day & age. And those messages were the following:

01) the need for people (especially those people living in the United States) to disengage from politics & religion and use all that time & money & energy to develop compassion-based, self-sustainable neighborhoods instead …

02) the need for people to have the humility & the courage to Be Kind when least inclined; to be openly friendly to strangers, to be openly forgiving of enemies, and to be openly caring towards all those less fortunate &/or downtrodden …

03) the need for people to Go Vegan — not only to help stop the pandemic super-viruses that are even now mutating into deadly form in all the world’s meat markets & factory farms & slaughterhouses, and not only to engage the one act that does by far the most to slow down the climatological collapse that is even now on its way, but also to re-enliven humanity’s long-lost sense of basic decency and fundamental justice.

To the latter’s end, I frequently took the time along The Way to leave potently poignant pro-vegan messages* in places most likely to inspire others to act accordingly … 🙂

“Oh, that wonderful old-fashioned concept that the needs of others — ALL others — should always come before your own. In truth this ideal provides the groundwork for ethics as a whole; the ideal that the well-being of the other matters more than our own — indeed, that the only way to truly engender our own deepest sense of well-being was to actively care for the needs of others (&/or openly soothe their concerns). So keep this truth in mind, dear, and then GET ON WITH IT!” ~ inspired by Audrey Hepburn

*The picture’s quote is from the great Leo Tolstoy, and essentially reads: As long as there are blood-filled slaughterhouses, there will also be bloody battlefields.”

“Meat necessitates torture; Milk demands murder”
(written on a school bus-stop on the outskirts of Gilly)