Human Ethics and Cannibalism

Why is it so that humans are one of the only species that know death as a process, fact, and an expectation, yet chooses to ignore it? Time flies by and everything dies. Plants, Trees, Animals, Insects, Thoughts, Desires, Goals, Humans. Consumption is the only method we have observed as a universal fact of keeping one's existence in this mortal realm more memorable. Every year we make goals, each month we have festivities, every week we realize the cycle repeating itself, every day force ourselves out of our beds and into progress just to prolong our lives for a few months more with each paycheck. 

Humanity has no issue with crossing the line of morality that we have so righteously drawn for ourselves. We consume in the form of entertainment, food, and time. Ever since fire became our friend, edible food got a major update on its menu for humans. The fact that almost anything and everything has a certain recipe along with its own customizations according to the person is beyond a miracle. Fungus, cheese, fish, insects, veal, octopus, everything. Yet, we have majorly decided the one species that we will not eat is our own. Seems bizarre. Being the most narcissistic species in our solar system, according to logic, we should be proud of indulging in the pleasures of our flesh. However, the ethics of honor, love, and respect come in the way. Memories and emotions that are too complex for the usual wildlife build this wall that we refuse to cross. 

Imagine the space we could save from graveyards, the time we could save at a funeral, a family feast gains a whole new meaning. Why not consume another person? We take each other's time. We entertain each other. If we're close enough, we may even eat together. Marriage is a common concept of sharing one's entire life with another, we consume so much. Yet we draw the line between what we want to believe is actual consumption.