Sometimes we kill our own meat. My mom used to say, "I don't see how you can do that." "Mom, you eat meat. You do that." "But *I* don't kill it." "Yes you do. If you didn't buy it, it wouldn't be dead. In fact, it likely wouldn't have been born . . . if you didn't buy it and eat it."
She never did understand that.
The way we live killed this boy. When will people understand that? When will people's "lifestyle" not be worth the lives of other people, especially children?
I believe the key to living differently is using radically less energy. You may believe the key is something else. Whatever.
That is what love is.