Lunch, about an hour outside of Chickmagalur, India. From the notepad: “We watched our lunch of chicken curry slaughtered before us. Seeing another animal’s life end, that this animal’s life may go on, makes me better able to understand the world and my place in it. I am not squeamish, nor do I celebrate the death of the chicken. But in seeing it and connecting with it, it is easier to see that we are all the same being.”