I loathe pigeons. “Skyrats,” I call them, and I annoy ’Pong by chasing them into oncoming buses. But yesterday we found a pigeon struggling to walk because its legs had become entangled in string or something — and we tried to catch it to set it free. Why did we bother? Logically, it’s inconsistent. What does that say about us?
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Ah the paradox of humanity.
Or is this an example of how we perceive the one versus the many?
One person who is hurt on our doorstep we will feel for and help. Hundreds of “them” in some far-flung country is another story…