I forgot.
In my infantile way, I think that I have been avoiding reality (I have a long history of it) by focusing on the intricate details of my own petty existence. The real reason I have long avoided reading newspapers (beyond their innate tendency towards propaganda) is that I feel so overwhelmed with my innability to do anything AT ALL to change the atrocities, that it makes me just want to die. That's how I feel right now. I want to believe that humans are intrinsically good (or at least that I am), but the more I see, the more I am forced to believe just the opposite. I don't want to know... but of course, I _do_ want to know, I want to be incited and I want to DO something. I just don't know what yet...
On a completely unrelated note, or perhaps not as unrelated as it may seem, Isabella comes to me, with tears still welled-up in her almost black eyes. "Billy called me estúpida." "why?" "he wanted help and I didn't want to help." "What would you like, baby?" Curious stare, sizing me up. "I mean, what would you like out of life?" And with no hesitation, "To live forever. I don't want to die." I don't want her to die either and ultimately I don't want to die, immortality would be nice, if for no other reason than that we stupid humans might stop fighting over such ridiculous and ultimately useless things. (We will ignore the ecological implications of an ever producing ever existing population - oh wait we already do that, only individuals still die AND the planet dies...) But we still all crave the eternal.
Why can't we all just get along? Well I guess that is obvious. Humans are doubly-flawed and bound to their inevitable end. 1) We have been created with animal wants and desires, territorial (jealous) tendencies. 2) We have been afforded minds that let us mediate these desires (only very slightly), but at the same time fool us into believing that our minds are more perfect, and therefore more valuable in the natural schema, leading us to the usurpation of all that which does not belong to us.
Simple. We are more animalistic than we would like to believe and our brains, while able to create all kinds of plans on how to capture and destroy, or even rebuild and heavens! improve upon nature (GMO's anyone?), are unable to grasp that our rate of development is slipping beyond its orbital curve. The plummeting, without the roll at the end, sending us careening into the massive stone wall that awaits. All of these themes, marvelously, can be applied microcosmically to our inter-personal relations, which is why, maybe, focusing on the petty details isn't a completely illegitimate response in the face of massive media attack.
On a completely unrelated note, or perhaps not as unrelated as it may seem, Isabella comes to me, with tears still welled-up in her almost black eyes. "Billy called me estúpida." "why?" "he wanted help and I didn't want to help." "What would you like, baby?" Curious stare, sizing me up. "I mean, what would you like out of life?" And with no hesitation, "To live forever. I don't want to die." I don't want her to die either and ultimately I don't want to die, immortality would be nice, if for no other reason than that we stupid humans might stop fighting over such ridiculous and ultimately useless things. (We will ignore the ecological implications of an ever producing ever existing population - oh wait we already do that, only individuals still die AND the planet dies...) But we still all crave the eternal.
Why can't we all just get along? Well I guess that is obvious. Humans are doubly-flawed and bound to their inevitable end. 1) We have been created with animal wants and desires, territorial (jealous) tendencies. 2) We have been afforded minds that let us mediate these desires (only very slightly), but at the same time fool us into believing that our minds are more perfect, and therefore more valuable in the natural schema, leading us to the usurpation of all that which does not belong to us.
Simple. We are more animalistic than we would like to believe and our brains, while able to create all kinds of plans on how to capture and destroy, or even rebuild and heavens! improve upon nature (GMO's anyone?), are unable to grasp that our rate of development is slipping beyond its orbital curve. The plummeting, without the roll at the end, sending us careening into the massive stone wall that awaits. All of these themes, marvelously, can be applied microcosmically to our inter-personal relations, which is why, maybe, focusing on the petty details isn't a completely illegitimate response in the face of massive media attack.
posted by ilana at 7:58 a.m.
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