A young college student sitting next to me asked me why I didn’t have any turkey, stuffing or gravy. I told her, as anyone who reads this column regularly knows, I’m a vegetarian. Of course, the next question was, “why?”
Already feeling the effects of my pre-dinner glass of wine, I decided to tell her a made-up story of my beginning:
Well, I arrived here from my planet deep in the heart of the Cetus Nebula. It’s named after a sea monster in Greek mythology. My space traveling decedents arrived here thousands of years ago. They were searching the universe for a sustainable food source. We found planet Earth and decided to cultivate it. We are vegetarians by nature. We don’t believe in killing. Earth’s climate was perfect for agriculture and our survival.
When we landed we found a species of man. They greeted us and welcomed us as gods. They called us humans. It’s recorded in your bible in Genesis 6:1. “When man began to multiply on Earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of heaven saw how beautiful the daughters of man were, and so they took them as wives.” It’s this union between man from Earth and proclaimed gods from Cetus that formed what is now the human race.
Like most mixed marriages, there were conflicts. Man was a carnivore. His nature was tribal, territorial, killing and war. He established and lived in an every man for himself patriarchal society; whereas, we lived in a matriarchal and agrarian civilization. Our human nature was sharing, caring and a one for all and all for one society; similar to the differences between today’s Republicans and Democrats.
After a few centuries, visiting and teaching civilizations around the world, we returned to our exploration of the universe. However, we did leave man with our knowledge of building, science and philosophy before we left, all of which was destroyed by territorial wars between tribes of man. At least they couldn’t destroy Stonehenge or the pyramids.
We also left, written in metaphor form protecting it from those either opposed to our philosophy or afraid of it, as a guide to good health, long life and answers to the questions about the origin of humans.
Pecan pie was halfway consumed when the student said she didn’t believe a word I said. But even if she did how could she know if she was “man” or human. I said, “If you can kill what you eat that’s the nature of man. If you can’t that’s human nature directing you toward the menu of vegetarianism.
David Farside is a Sparks resident and political activist.