“Venison stinks when you chew it, it stinks in your gullet. The putrid meat expands in your bowels, it constricts the intestines, it constricts the appetite—it murders you slowly, clogging your organs with its horrifying stink. It constricts the spirit, nothing but a foul and rotten meat that constricts the soul. But, of course, there is no soul, there can be nothing holy in us—there cannot be anything of heaven in us, because we are depraved, because we are no better than the foul venison. We are the meat that rots, the rotten meat on the bone, and we stink from birth until death, from when no soul is wrought to when no soul escapes.” HuntingAmerican DreamVenison Book:Everything Is Totally Fine Source: Everything Is Totally Fine