I find raw meat to be fascinating. Not that I eat it uncooked--ick. But I love its cold, clammy feel and its completely indescribable smell. Maybe it comes as a result of those summers working in a deli and helping out in the meat department years ago. (I can still smell the inside of the case if I close my eyes. Pork chops are the best, followed by ground beef.)
Perhaps each raw meat is indicative of something.
Hamburger, for instance, has always (to me) resembled brains. Raw and bloody, perhaps, but the fruit of someone's former intellect, ground up, sitting in plastic, awaiting my fingers to pry it apart and mold it into something new. And maybe once I eat it, some bit of that creature's knowledge passes to me.
What if?
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I will never again look at dinner preparation in the same way. :)
BTW, I think you should right a sci-fi/fantasy book.
Jai, you're weird. Delightfully unique and wonderful. But weird all the same.
Uh....some of these thoughts you might want to keep to yourself.
Just kidding, :)
You ever talk to Heidi anymore?
The idea itself isn't all that unusual: Isn't it the Masa'i who kill a lion and eat its heart to become -- well, lion-hearted? And the idea of eating one's enemies to appropriate their strength and knowledge is familiar to cultural anthropologists (and some hapless travelers). But what happens if what you ingest is inferior to what you have already? Does what they had get added to what you have, or do you lose some to approach their level? I have a hard enough time thinking straight as it is, without what brain power I have being diluted (as it were) by the ingested intellect of a bovine.
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