THIS doesn’t seem so bad. It doesn’t seem so gruesome. It seems beautiful and natural. And incredibly full of respect.
I’m glad I got to see the picture, but I can’t help but think that the photographer and all the ship’s passengers were intruding upon a private ceremonial act of sustenance.
Then I think of ‘hunting’ and I think of this. And I realize why I could never understand what it feels like to hunt for game. To kill for the sense of killing. Revolting. Using a gun is so cowardly and disrespectful of the act of taking the life of something so much bigger and stronger than you.
Am I six? I could write a picture book on this.