Sacred Cows Make the Best Burgers

The conscience of someone raised vegetarian recoils at the thought of eating meat; a carnivore’s doesn’t. My conscience recoils at eating shrimp, but yours probably doesn’t. The conscience of someone from an older culture might be quite at peace with war and killing in the name of honor, or tribe; yours might not. There is no rhyme or reason to the

crocodiles, I want to capture the process in which humans, struggling to evolve, push against their shells until they quietly (but sometimes loudly)