The Philosophy of Survival:
"The scorching thirst of my childhood compelled me, making me a slave to my own body. Having ensured that the sinful hunter had moved far away, I raised my neck in terror, looking in all directions. Even at the rustling of a blade of grass, I imagined that cruel man returning. Thus, fearing him at every step, I emerged from the roots of the Tamala tree and began my slow crawl toward the water."
"The scorching thirst of my childhood compelled me, making me a slave to my own body. Having ensured that the sinful hunter had moved far away, I raised my neck in terror, looking in all directions. Even at the rustling of a blade of grass, I imagined that cruel man returning. Thus, fearing him at every step, I emerged from the roots of the Tamala tree and began my slow crawl toward the water."
"Verily, in this world, there is nothing more beloved to all living beings than life itself."
"Even in the most wretched conditions, the instinct to survive never abandons a creature. Alas! My father, whose name is worthy of being remembered with honor, has passed away, yet my senses remain intact and I continue to breathe. Fie on me! I am merciless, cruel, and ungrateful. I live, bearing the terrible agony of my father's death, yet my body seeks water instead of following him. How treacherous is this heart of mine! My father protected me since the day I was born, ignoring his own fatigue and showering me with boundless love, yet I have forgotten his sacrifice in a single moment of thirst. Indeed, these vital breaths (prana) are most wretched, for they do not follow a benefactor even in death. The thirst for life humiliates everyone."
