I see humans but no humanity. Everybody is somebody but nobody wants to be themselves.
“Our humanity isn’t measured by how we treat other people,” the Missing Link says. Fingering the layer of cat hair on his coat sleeve, he says, “Our humanity is measured by how we treat animals.” He looks at Sister Vigilante, who looks at her wristwatch. In a world where human rights are greater than at any time in history. . . in a world where the overall standard of living is at a peak. . . in a culture where each person is held responsible for
their life—here, the Missing Link says, animals are fast becoming the last real victims. The only slaves and prey. “Animals,” the Missing Link says, “are how we define humans.” Without animals, there would be no humanity. In a world of just people, people will mean nothing...
Serara: — That's right. They ate carrots out of my hand.
Isuzu: — They ate my cabbage, too. They really have no sense of human gratitude!
Minori: — Well, they're horses.
Isuzu: — Even horses... Horses? Then would they have horse gratitude, Rather than human gratitude?
Fanaticism is nowhere. There's no tenderness or humanity in fanaticism.
I don't wanna die, but I don't wanna live like this
I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel
I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel
Something really real, so that I can really
Feel like a person again.
— He’s only a man. Not a monster.
— Oftentimes, man is monster.