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…
It's fascinating but deadly when we, the people, reason our belief. It's how we justify murder. Reason is belief and belief is reason. Instead of growing more apart, belief and reason merged, creating the apotheosis of absurd. The majority of world’s populace resumed to extreme behavior in order to get their point across. The few, the rulers, hone their speech and deeds on falsehood, knowing that the masses are gullible and that nonsense repeated with enough conviction will eventually become an irrefutable truth.
Buffalo Soldier after Buffalo Soldier is spawning every second, fighting to death against their very existence. Giving examples of these suicidal behaviors is like counting the sand specks in the desert. The credulous mass will stampede on itself in their seldom reachable and futile aspiration. If not disabled or killed in the process, they surely attain no escape once they slump off the cliff.
One must be muffled, dismayed and shattered observing millennia of suicidal deeds. It might be understandable for sheep, wildebeests and many other reasonless creatures but to observe the same conduit performed by humans, makes me scramble in the dictionary for an adjective or epithet only to return fruitless and barren.
In our quest for becoming human, enlightened and tolerating, we created the guillotine and lethal injection instead. And we apply it feverously onto ourselves.
The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is just a scene in a play that has infinite numbers of acts.
Cynically, I must give standing ovations to this perennial spectacle of debauched reason.