"My steps are becoming heavy and tired I sat on a rock facing the valley. A canopy of gree forest waved at me from below in a gentle breeze. I was hungry.
A voice told me, "You kill and eat. That's the way one can survive in the wilderness." The voce was persistent.
I was confused. Perhaps that's what everyone does, I thought. Surge of desire dripped through my veins; violence was waiting to be born. It would drench me. I was scared. I could see the bloody eyes of hatred, hear the cry of the innocent, mourning mothers, march of the guns.
Even one act of violence can light a wildfire of hate and violence, fear and dread. Let that not happen in me; I long. I prayed.
Deer, sheep, cow and other creatures looked into my eyes.
I saw in their eyes reflecting the exuberance of love, the smile of innocence.....
"These shall not be doused; Son of Man shall live by the love."
Cajoling voice was persisiting, "Why wait; they are close at hand. Kill and eat; satisfy your hunger."
I replied, "Man live not by the food alone, but by the word of God."
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