It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time? - Jonathan Safran Foer

Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

Perhaps in the back of our minds we already understand, without all the science I've discussed, that something terribly wrong is happening. Our sustenance now comes from misery. We know that if someone offers to show us a film on how our meat is produced, it will be a horror film. We perhaps know more than we care to admit, keeping it down in the dark places of our memory — disavowed. When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.

The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.