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When A Human Kills An Animal For Food, He Is Neglecting His Own Hunger For Justice. Man Prays For Mercy, But Is Unwilling To Extend It To Others. Why Should Man Then Expect Mercy From God? It's Unfair To Expect Something That You Are Not Willing To Give.

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When A Human Kills

Isaac Bashevis Singer

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When A Human Kills An Animal For Food, He Is Neglecting His Own Hunger For Justice. Man Prays For Mercy, But Is Unwilling To Extend It To Others. Why Should Man Then Expect Mercy From God? It's Unfair To Expect Something That You Are Not Willing To Give.

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