Have you ever seen a chicken flying overhead? No, you haven't. Yet they have wings. Meditate on that. When you eat a chicken's flightless wings, you are crippling your dreams and tying yourself to the earth throughout this incarnation. Why fly when you can walk, right? But by the same token, why walk when you can crawl? It's all a plot to deprive us of hope. Chickens are white. Coincidence? I don't think so.