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A brief interruption of the PSA explicatory type:
Culturally, Tsalagi/Cherokee tend to put a lot of emphasis on plants as living, so it doesn't really feel different to me to kill or mutilate plants than it does to do so to animals, in a lot of ways. Singularly, as myself, I can't get around that, either. The only real difference would be the lack/presence of screaming, but I try to avoid causing pain killing an animal, and try to be as respectful of something losing something for me on either front. Corn or strawberries are alive, after all, and it may be silly deeprooted animism, but I can't let myself not feel that - and the resultant twinge of guilt/recognition - that I also feel butchering a rabbit or sitting down to a TV dinner with a nondescript BBQ meat patty.
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