Every living thing wants to keep living.
I admit it. I would kill if it were the only way to defend myself or anyone else around me who was in danger of being killed by an attacker. And I would carry the awful memory of that kill for the rest of my life. I would lie in bed at night and see the dying face of the person I killed, imagine reaching out and asking for forgiveness for choosing to commit the most immoral of all acts. If I had to kill, doing so would diminish me irreversibly. And it should.
If I had to hunt and kill my food, I would keep the thought of that prey in my heart, offer silent words honoring its life and the life
Kalilily Time
Just an old lady talking to herself
amen, amen, and amen.
Elaine
It has always seemed to me that when someone takes up a gun they have to look their diety in the eye and say, “I have made the decision that, under the right circumstances and no matter what you have said, I am going to kill.” That is a big commitment, often taken too lightly, I believe. Your words seem to clarify why it shouldn’t be taken lightly.