The Secret of Victory

There is no beast in the world fiercer than a human being who does not care about people’s labors, but rather charges them with blasphemy because of those labors. This is something of a jungle ethic. I am not talking about the beast who made a kingdom for himself in a faraway forest, but rather about the one who is here, who surrounds us, who is in us. I am not calling on you to be content with describing the situation, but rather to revolt against sloth and injustice. Do you know what is the secret of victory over this beast? Its secret lies in perceiving my face in him who is weak, my voice in him who is groaning from brokenness, and I myself… in the one who is weary of hunger, fear and cold… I am a beast awaiting that his love for people takes him to the city, the new city!