I guess it's biology, but it seems like a sacred urge, this biological urge to keep living, to continue the species, to have babies. Protecting all this life seems sacred too, although we certainly pick and choose. I feel no reservations whatsoever about killing any ant that has the temerity to cross my threshold. And gardening seems to consist of killing plants by the millions. And I surely do love a good cut of meat. But still. Life itself is sacred.
BOB
Thought I'd look up the meaning of sacred and found this definition: connected with God (or the gods) or dedicated to a religious purpose and so deserving veneration from Oxford Languages. Many hunters thank the animals that they kill to eat. I think that this is what's sacred - that the food we eat and animals and vegetation that we use give up their lives for our use. Thank them.
