What is real freedom? I ask, "Is it freedom to want or freedom from want?" Living things must consume to survive. So, it's unnatural not to feed when hunger pangs strike. The body knows before the mind can consider anything else. Higher function is out the attic window. I'd like to think I know better, now that I'm so much older. Presumptuous? Maybe.
My gut tells me to eat the damn sandwich. Who cares if there's meat in it and I'm vegetarian? (Btw, I'm not. This is just for argument's sake.) Gotta survive, gotta give in. Then afterwards you can think about moral implications. Willpower only goes so far: 3-4 days without food and you'll scour an entire steakhouse dumpster. Your better angels won't be in sight or in mind. You'll tear into red meat as if it were wrapped on a lollipop stick. Then, when you're satiated, you'll maybe consider such luxuries as noble truths and how to live a moral life. Maybe you'll find that a bunch of crap you thought was noble ain't so noble afterall.
Guilty conscience? Who has time for such nonsense? I'll sink my canines into the thought-pulsing veins of God's own mother before I submit. Besides, no ones's fit to oppose me. Whatever I deem necessary, I must do. It's as innate as the drive to survive.
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