The concept of vegetarianism is built on the premise that “meat is murder” based presumably on the fact that animals are cognitive creatures that feel pain. The ease in which people accept the concept of vegan wine without addressing the moral dilemma of consuming a plant’s genitalia, crushed and imprisoned in glass entombed with the cadavers of a billion conscripted single-celled fungi, astounds me. I eat meat and I eat plants, but I acknowledge that I have knowingly disabused both of their right to a voluntary passage through their life.