Empathy, he once had decided, must be limited to herbivores or anyhow omnivores who could depart from a meat diet. Because,ultimately, the empathic gift blurred the boundaries between hunter and victim, between the successful and the defeated.
Interpretation
Empathy can create moral dilemmas by blurring the lines between different roles in life.
In this quote, Philip K. Dick explores the complexities of empathy, suggesting that it's easier to empathize with those who are not viewed as predators. He implies that when one extends empathy across boundaries—such as between hunters and prey—it can lead to a confusing moral landscape where success and failure are not easily defined. This challenges the reader to consider the implications of empathy in social dynamics and ethical considerations.
In practice
In a discussion about ethics in literature, this quote could be used to illustrate the moral complexities faced by characters.
We are living in a computer-programmed reality, and the only clue we have to it is when some variable is changed, and some alteration in reality occurs. We have the overwhelming impression that we were reliving the present - deja vu.
Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.
On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.
"Do you have information that there's an android in the cast? I'd be glad to help you, and if I were an android would I be glad to help you?" "An android," he said, "doesn't care what happens to another android. That's one of the indications we look for." "Then," Miss Luft said, "you must be an android."
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A man is an angel that has gone deranged.
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One may gain political and social independence, but if one is a slave to his passions and desires, one cannot feel the pure joy of real freedom
Nothing is so galling to a people not broken in from birth as a paternal, or, in other words, a meddling government, a government which tells them what to read, and say, and eat, and drink and wear.
Those have a short Lent who owe money to be paid at Easter.
How are we going to make our livings in a society becoming increasingly jobless because of hi-tech and outsourcing? Where will we get the imagination to recognize that for most of human history the concept of Jobs didn't even exist? Work, as distinguished from Labor, was done to produce needed goods and services, develop skills and artistry, and nurture cooperation.
You have no idea how fragile an actor's self-worth is.
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