There is no better way to get a perspective on one’s life than to start raising the very food that you eat. Life is a cycle that is often times invisible to us both mentally and physically but on a farm, a self-sufficient farm where nature is allowed to take its course, that cycle is clear. We raise chicks here on the farm and we start them in an enclosure complete with clean sawdust, clean water and ample food. They enjoy the digs, they eat and drink. Their fate is sealed: they will be dinner. But, they are oblivious to this and most other things, as long as they have their food and water.
As I look down into the box at the chicks as they create their world, I think to myself that their world is not much different than most of ours: we eat, we drink, we sleep and do not question much as long as we are comfortable: our fate is sealed, as long as we have our comfort. At the end of the day there is not much of a difference.
Of course, we have more potential, but what is potential and how many of us actualize that potential? What is potential to the chicks? They are potential food, potential compost makers, they give back what they receive, probably more, but in the end their lives will end on the sharp edge of a knife wielded by me. They will end up in my freezer and will supply me with the comfort of knowing that I will have food. They will supply my compost pile and then my garden.
Their potential is in effect endless. I wonder, then, who is god: us or them? They fulfill their potential without ever knowing it while we struggle to even know ours. They are efficient users of resources and effective suppliers of the very thing that sustains life; we are consumers without understanding what we consume. This is all not to judge, but simply to ponder the fate of god, the fate of us all, which is to supply life in all its confounded mystery and magnificence.