"I fought the war, I fought the war, I fought the war but the war won."
Everything has become political, everything a battle of wits and attrition—whose theory, whose idea, whose belief can out last the others. Who can win the war? The idea is either to be universal or conflicting. I am unsure which. Both have been used, both are excuses, one for the other. Either way, don’t all ideas strive to be utopian in product? All I can see are angry people, angry and striving for peace. Except that human nature is to be at odds. From experience, anger doesn’t generate pleasant utopian societies. Anger produces anger, fire fueling fire. And they say to fight the fires of opposition with yet more fire. But fire doesn’t defeat fire, two of the same does not water make. Fire fighting fire yields all the more fire. In that regard, fire is the all-consumer, its main consumption thought. How can this yield peace? Humans must just be creatures of self-destruction. Pyromaniacs—all of us. Doesn’t anyone believe in water? Isn’t anyone tired of the heat? Hasn’t anyone been burnt? Maybe we can’t notice the pain, too distracted with the display of flames. Not necessarily beautiful, but captivating nonetheless. We always did enjoy watching our fellow man fall. Or, burn, I suppose, as the case may be.
“Stop for the love of God.”
December 4, 2007
'Cause My Heart Gets Broken So Easily.
Everything has become political, everything a battle of wits and attrition—whose theory, whose idea, whose belief can out last the others. Who can win the war? The idea is either to be universal or conflicting. I am unsure which. Both have been used, both are excuses, one for the other. Either way, don’t all ideas strive to be utopian in product? All I can see are angry people, angry and striving for peace. Except that human nature is to be at odds. From experience, anger doesn’t generate pleasant utopian societies. Anger produces anger, fire fueling fire. And they say to fight the fires of opposition with yet more fire. But fire doesn’t defeat fire, two of the same does not water make. Fire fighting fire yields all the more fire. In that regard, fire is the all-consumer, its main consumption thought. How can this yield peace? Humans must just be creatures of self-destruction. Pyromaniacs—all of us. Doesn’t anyone believe in water? Isn’t anyone tired of the heat? Hasn’t anyone been burnt? Maybe we can’t notice the pain, too distracted with the display of flames. Not necessarily beautiful, but captivating nonetheless. We always did enjoy watching our fellow man fall. Or, burn, I suppose, as the case may be.
“Stop for the love of God.”
December 4, 2007
'Cause My Heart Gets Broken So Easily.
No comments:
Post a Comment