From Mondays in the sun to Mondays without meat. This is one of the latest proposals from the consumer minister, Alberto Garzón, to save the planet. At least the cattle will have a truce with death one day a week. Goodness will make us all vegan in a few years. We go back to the old days of Judaism when it was forbidden to kill animals. Remember the passage from the Acts of the Apostles, when Saint Peter has a dream in which a series of them are presented to him inside a huge tablecloth and an angel tells him: “Sacrifice and kill”. Later he performs the miracle of resurrecting Tabitá.
Vestiges of these ancient traditions always remain, such as Ramadan for Muslims and fasting and abstinence for Christians during Lent. There is a time of health to purify our bodies from external poisons. I have read somewhere that in the years of Nazi Germany this type of rationing was also carried out. Finally, there is no need to be shocked by it. Vegetarianism was recommended by theosophical practice and the students of the Bauhaus school followed diets of this type, all with the aim of fine-tuning rationalist thought. There is an attention for the care of the spirit in these attitudes. The sublimation of the spiritual is the path to follow to hone in on perfection.
Man has to get rid of impurities if he wants to transmute himself into gold, as the alchemists proposed. Perhaps he is enlightening a world of Stylites and of contemplators of the supernatural through meditation, which always demands not to be contaminated by a sinful diet, and the one that comes from the elimination of animals is. We are entering the dark age where humans try to discover the clarity of what is shown to be hidden. I practice it frequently and it’s not bad for me to find myself. I like to merge with nature because the nature of God is in it, and I follow Spinoza’s recommendations to discover the benefits of that fusion. But the time in which I live does not allow me to exercise in such refinements, and I get distracted by the economy, with new technologies and other trifles that complicate my existence.
What more would I like than to melt into the dust of divinity, discover greatness in respect for any of the works of Creation, but emergencies overwhelm me, the phone distracts me insisting that I change my operator, docuseries unnerve me , I am concerned about the talk shows, and so many ideological options fill me with anxiety that I no longer know by which to define myself in order to be in the right place. I have come to the conclusion that spiritualism has no place in the world I have lived in, and yet, how much I would like to be perched on a sixteen meter column, like Simeon, on an Aleppo avenue. I am living among these nostalgias, hoping that one day the panorama will light up for me and I will be able to look death in the face, as if it were the portal that is offered to me to escape from so much vulgarity. Sometimes these things are presented to us in a dosed way, like everything that is recommended so that it does not harm. Little by little and without going overboard, which is how everything in this world is achieved.
Perhaps these Mondays without meat are the opportunity to open up to an improvement in customs. We will return to recover the time in which we tried to separate ourselves from our bodily condition to give ourselves over to the cultivation of the spirit. Perhaps that is where Friedrich Nietzsche’s ubermensch comes from. We will find ourselves within ourselves and we will not need to emigrate to other planets to continue existing. You have to look at the good part of Garzón’s proposals.