Every Bloody Day – The Global Slaughterhouse On 21 November 201712 December 2017 By ennio forinaIn Elements of Truth, Notes of a Traveler of the Mind Every new day. a part of me suffers and dies along with all the animals who suffer and die because of the wickedness of the species I belong to. And there’s no ray of sunlight, no brisk or gentle breeze, no heady flower scent, no cascade of soft moonlight, no fog of mystic oblivion, neither blanket of a deepest sleep, that can, for a few instants, make me forget or lessen the horrendous nightmare that we make withstand to the whole living world. Share this:ShareLinkedInFacebookTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related