If we could establish a deep abiding relationship with nature, we would never kill an animal for our appetite; we would never harm, vivisect, a monkey, a dog, a guinea pig for our benefit. We would find other ways to heal our wounds, heal our bodies.
Interpretation
A deep connection with nature would prevent us from harming animals for our own needs.
In this quote, Jiddu Krishnamurti emphasizes the ethical responsibility we hold towards other living beings. He suggests that if we truly developed a profound and loving relationship with nature, it would lead us to seek alternative methods for healing and sustenance, rather than exploiting animals for our own benefit. This perspective encourages compassion and promotes a harmonious coexistence with all forms of life.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a discussion on animal rights.
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