“Well, I was a mountaineer in my youth,
always seeking new places to climb. I journeyed to the Himalayas during my time
at University. I tried to get into the higher areas of the Hindu Kush but the
troubles there prevented me. I spent some time in a monastery in the upper
reaches of the Ganges and fell into some questionable practises whilst there.
Under the influence of bhang during a
Hindu festival, I had the strange insight that the whole world was being
covered up with flesh, populations growing and coalescing together like the
skin of an orange. A skin made of meat.” My face must have betrayed the disgust
I was feeling.
“Oh, I know, I know: a most disconcerting
vision to have had. Normally I would have shrugged it off, but, in the
Antarctic, facing my own mortality, I kept reliving the experience and the
horror of it forced me to make the decision upon my return. May I have this
last biscuit?”
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