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"We are hard natured by birth as we are sticks,
our balance-pan of sin is heavy, almost touching the earth.
Far away from us...
the boundary of Punya (merit) has been left behind;
not only spatially, but temporally also
there has been a distance between merit and this degraded life...
We are made sometimes into the hardest of canes
for beating culprits. Often the culprits escape, innocents get beaten,
and beating them, we break. How can we call this a republic? It is purely the rule of money,
or,
an arbitrary rule.
The consequence of this wrong
we also have to taste;
and, by this plan of burning the innocent
pitcher
using us as an efficient cause,
one more link of murder is added
to this life.
Now we cannot take the bitter draught, the agony is full up to the throat
Silent Soil:: 271
