Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Robert Louis StevensonRead
We consume the carcasses of creatures of like appetites, passions and organs with our own, and fill the slaughterhouses daily with screams of pain and fear.
Interpretation
This quote highlights the moral implications of consuming meat and the suffering of animals.
Robert Louis Stevensonβs quote reflects on the ethical concerns surrounding meat consumption and the shared experiences of pain and fear among living beings. It prompts us to consider the autonomy and suffering of animals, likening them to humans in terms of their feelings and appetites, thus advocating for a deeper awareness of how our choices impact the lives of other creatures.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about vegetarianism at a dinner party.
Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
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