I've seldom stood among men...
When in "maturing" our sentimentality is repressed and our sympathy lost, we've established a life sans the human quality. Innocence will naturally fall when reality casts itself on us. But not to such an extent.
It seems that a great faction has lost a great majority of its innocence. And in so doing we transfer this deprivation to innocents - to posterity. When a "man" can wake in the presence of another ailing or troubled man born of tantamount existence, right, and knowledge, and bear to simply witness this man's trouble and not lend his hand to assist...his own existence is prodigal. To him, life is disposable.
That laughter might be one way to console a mourning heart or restore the bereaved is understandable. But in the process of death, the same laughter is just as base as the murder itself.
We proclaim ourselves superior beings, yet in morale we dramatically fall short of superiority.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
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