You follow the ritual without thought, seated at tables where consciousness is dimmed to a whisper, conscience is starved, truth is buried beneath appetite, and your soul is silenced by seasoning. Menus open like scriptures of amnesia. “Beef.” “Chicken.” “Pork.” “Fish.” “Cheese.” “Eggs.” “Honey.” Each term a spell — crafted to mask violence, to soften exploitation, and to rename a sentient life into something served as if it were born for the plate. No names. No histories. No emotion.
ROLAND AZAR: In the heart of everyday life, beneath the buzz of restaurant chatter and the soft glow of ambient lights, a quiet tragedy unfolds. You step into these spaces not with intention, but through learned protocol—etched by etiquette, cemented by cultural conditioning, and reinforced by ritualized obedience. You follow the ritual without thought, seated at tables where consciousness is dimmed to a whisper, conscience is starved, truth is buried beneath appetite, and your soul is silenced by seasoning.
Menus open like scriptures of amnesia. “Beef.” “Chicken.” “Pork.” “Fish.” “Cheese.” “Eggs.” “Honey.” Each term a spell—crafted to mask violence, to soften exploitation, and to rename a sentient life into something served as if it were born for the plate. No names. No histories. No emotion. These aren’t merely options — they’re the residue of a society trained to forget. A performance begins. Refined. Rehearsed. Voiceless beings reduced to flavor profiles, their stories erased beneath sauces and ceremony. It’s in this trance, repeated daily, that you drift into zombie consciousness — awake in motion, asleep in meaning…
To question the menu is to challenge the machine.
To reject categories is to restore faces, voices, and truths.
To awaken is not just a shift in diet—it’s a revolution in consciousness. SOURCE…
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