When a human being kills an animal for food, he is neglecting his own hunger for justice.
Isaac Bashevis SingerRead
In the half darkness I winked to my other self, my mad dictator, and congratulated him on his droll victory. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth flowing from Shosha's head to my face. What did I have to lose? Nothing more than what everyone loses anyway.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the complexity of identity and the acceptance of loss as a universal experience in life.
Isaac Bashevis Singer's quote delves into the duality of self, highlighting the interaction between one's rational and irrational sides. The speaker acknowledges a moment of introspection, where they recognize that everyone experiences loss, yet find solace in the warmth of connection, suggesting that embracing both the mad and the sane aspects of ourselves can lead to a deeper understanding of our shared human experience.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a discussion on identity at a philosophy club.
When a human being kills an animal for food, he is neglecting his own hunger for justice.
There will be no justice as long as man will stand with a knife or with a gun and destroy those who are weaker than he is.
Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.
As long as people will shed the blood of innocent creatures there can be no peace, no liberty, no harmony between people. Slaughter and justice cannot dwell together.
Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions.
I did not become a vegetarian for my health, I did it for the health of the chickens.
The guiding motto in the life of every natural philosopher should be, seek simplicity and distrust it.
Philosophers, as things now stand, are all too fond of offering criticism from on high instead of studying and understanding things from within.
Where some people are very wealthy and others have nothing, the result will be either extreme democracy or absolute oligarchy, or despotism will come from either of those excesses.
I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple with the futility of effort. Also they make us barf which isn't fun either... Wash your hands, cover your coughs, and find a way to hold in balance the futility of effort with the necessity to struggle.
Suns are extinguished or become corrupted, planets perish and scatter across the wastes of the sky; other suns are kindled, new planets formed to make their revolutions or describe new orbits, and man, an infinitely minute part of a globe which itself is only an imperceptible point in the immense whole, believes that the universe is made for himself.
When you once see something as false which you have accepted as true, as natural, as human, then you can never go back to it.
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