human condition

Suicidal Ape

     It is obvious that we can't find a common ground. We are still believers, not rational creatures. Just listening to any conversation, it's impossible not to hear at least once: I believe. That's nothing wrong with the word itself only what this word implies. We witness and contribute to our very own tragedy just because we believe. We believe that this is right and that is wrong. We believe that we have the right while the other one doesn't. We just believe, illogically.

As Isabel Peterson wrote in The God of the Machine that Most of the harm in the world is done by good people, and not by accident, lapse, or omission. It is the result of their deliberate actions, long persevered in, which they hold to be motivated by high ideals toward virtuous ends...

From Auschwitz to Gaza Strip

If one would take the already walked path from the Gas Chambers of Auschwitz to the Wall of West Bank without pondering, then logic is dead. The maze that the pundits meticulously knit is frivolous and hides the facts into a stew of tasty cyanide interests.

If the radicalization is not directly linked with oppression, then the Lady Justice should be just a syphilitic bitch licking her bipolar delusion at the intersection of our major roads: Hope St. & Believe Me Way. You can throw her a quarter and you may touch her stony nipples but do not expect a felatio. After all, her figment of imagination is so contagious that the inflicting pandemic had enveloped the world in a barb wire condom for the sake of keeping it very balanced.

We got Hope syndrome! One Hope for 1.00 dollar. Buy three Hopes for 75 cents! More is less.

As long as we, the humans, are buying hope or the idea of it, we are prone to let down our guard and chase endlessly the ideal on an artificial path, guided by the scent of a delusional reality. Like a schizophrenic, we are unable to distinguish between the imaginary, the existence of refuge, and the palpable, the survival through mundane.

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