I Speak Outside What Is Recognized As The Border Between "reason" And "insanity". But I Consider It A Measure Of My Humanity To Be Written Off By The Living Graves Of A Billion Murdered Lives. And I'm Not Ashamed Of My Recurring Dreams About Me And A Gun And A Different Species (hint: Starts With "h" And Rhymes With "Neuman's") Of Carnage Strewn About The Stockyards, The Factories And Farms. Still I Know As Well As Anyone That It Does Less Good Than Harm To Be This Honest With A Conscience Eased By Lies. But You Cannot Deny That Meat Is Still Murder. Dairy Is Still Rape. And I'm Still As Stupid As Anyone, But I Know My Mistakes. I Have Recognized One Form Of Oppression, Now I Recognize The Rest. And Life's Too Short To Make Another's Shorter-(animal Liberation Now!).