It is we who give the lashings to Christ, when we slash down and thresh the wheat, or fell the tree.
It is Christ we kill when we slit the throat of a sheep for meat, or bash the gasping fish for food.
It is Christ we bleed when we tread the grapes, and blood we drink in wine.
Christ is life, all living things, all light and sound.
Do not be burdened with guilt, for God gives freely of his beloved that we may live; but be filled with thanks for every bite, every drop, every breath, and adore it as you would your children.
It is the great mystery of life that only by death are we given life, and by grace all are forgiven their blood-letting.
If in the end all must die, then none need stand accused for having lived.