People often ask me why I’m a vegan. Kind of in the same way someone might ask you why you raise pet tarantulas. In the past, they were expecting to hear either than I was a health nut or an animal nut. For me, actually, it’s a personal decision. Like Bartleby, the Scrivener, my reply is: “I prefer not to.”
But now, it turns out that eating vegan is the new equivalent of driving a Prius. Animal agriculture is responsible for eighteen percent of the world’s greenhouse gas emissions. And the decision to unhook from one of our strongest cultural moorings and sail off into uncharted territory by turning to a plant-based diet becomes an act of wild optimism. We vegans are showing than man can evolve. By treading lightly, we can lead the way back to the Garden of Eden.
For an inspiring blog post on this subjects, see: Common Ground Magazine.