Life and death are always before us.
In our imaginations, our thoughts, our words, our gestures, our actions ... even in our nonactions.
This choice for life starts in a deep interior place.
Underneath very life-affirming behaviour I can still harbour death-thoughts and death-feelings.
The most important question is not "Do I kill?" but "Do I carry a blessing in my heart or a curse?"
The bullet that kills is only the final instrument of the hatred that began being nurtured in the heart long before the gun was picked up.
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