I sit over my finished lunch. Eggs, bacon, and a leftover of fat and onions from a roast I made a week ago.
I look at my greasy plate.
I pick it up and lick it clean.
Thoughts cross my mind, above all my mum’s voice. “You’re not supposed to do that!” “That’s not good table manners.”
Noise in my mind. The grease tastes great. Slowly my own questions become louder.
“When did we stop licking our plates?”
“When did we become that wealthy, or wasteful, that it was ok to not lick the plate anymore?”
There is no waste in a natural system. Everything is nourishing someone else.
Yet, we created and still create systems where something comes out of it and we wonder what to do with that “waste”.
Or where we have to make it into waste and are not allowed to leave it for all other life to make it into their food.
Is it like with all bigger transformations? We need to experience it to know it. And only then we can act differently?
Is it like with all bigger transformation where once you have experienced it, know it, you can’t go back? Or where it’s painful to go back and hold the “business as usual”?
It takes me only 30 second to clean up my plate. It takes me another 30 minutes to ruminate on it.
My mind travels to our upcoming wedding anniversary and our day planned. I guess I will be ‘civilized’ at least once more.
