Hanging on/in There
I wonder sometimes: has the world gone entirely mad? And if so, should I be surprised? Should anyone? Anyone who is a rational thinker, has any degree of intelligence, perhaps. Who might wonder how so many people can have been so dreadfully cheated by their genetic inheritance as to have received far less grey matter than one could conceivably suppose would be sufficient to support life.And while that's all right, there's dolts, idiots and misfits all over the place. Somehow, they manage to survive. Ah, there's the rub. They survive, and in the process, spew forth violence which imperils the lives of others capable of constraining, restraining if you will, the baser instincts man/womankind has been imbued with. Alas.
Any diligent news reader cannot escape the hollowness of existence for so many. As though they live their lives for the very purpose of identifying insults to all they hold dear. And then, the incredible lash-back leaves one entirely unprepared for the vile invective, the physical venom that tends to encompass those situations.
And what do the thinkers among us do? Shrink back in horror at the incendiary, yet casual promise of incipient eternity, and beg pardon for offence.
The sheer volume of the outrage against personal beliefs is mind boggling. Shattering one's already weak belief in the ability of man/womankind to live together even in a state of tremulous harmony.
How to slay the proverbial slavering beast? With kind words, of course. Music, perhaps that also will do it. Promises? Hesitation to act, preferring instead to explain? This particular savage beast will remain unconvinced because thus is its purpose served. And aren't we all too eager to serve its purpose. We seem to prove it daily.
Each little appeasement gives us one other little day of hope. It seems to this weary reader-of-the-news that the hope-period between each tender incident of appeasement grows shorter and more restive. What happens when appeasement is finally recognized for the legitimate tool of the aggressor that it now is and has historically always been?
Ah, of course. The evaporation of hope.
posted by Pieface @ Sunday, April 02, 2006
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