"Handle with care-- everything-- even the predators."
Even the predators have vulnerabilities.
It may be more accurate to say
they emerge from those who are
Their crime is their voice;
they have no other.
And so the wounds they once received
become the injustice they perform.
The misuse once made of them
becomes a sort of inheritance
passed, it seems, eternally hence.
They create only what they are:
Victims or violators;
predators or prey.
It is a grievous cycle,
broken only by compassion,
not cruelty and inhumanity.
For who would set out to
quench a fire with kindling?
Quote taken from Katherine Paterson's _Bridge to Terebithia_.