When I hear bread breaking, I see something
else; it seems almost as though God never meant us to do anything else. So beautiful a sound, the crust breaks up
like manna and falls all over everything, and then we eat; bread gets inside humans. Sometime in your life, hope you might see one
starved man, the look on his face when the bread finally arrives. Hope you might have baked it or bought it –
or even kneaded it yourself. For that look
on his face, for your hands meeting his across a piece of bread, you might be
willing to lose a lot, or suffer a lot – or die a little, even.
--Daniel Berrigan
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