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Forget how it started. I was thinking of it, then the wife and I discussed it a little.
An observation of the dichotomous nature of we humans (maybe dichotomous is not the right word, but it's good word eh? Dichotomous.) How that, here we are in the 21st century, and life for many is rather comfortable, compared to say, the 14th century. We can zip around the world, we have this fabulous (ah! another ous word! stupendous!) magic known as the internet on which we can rap and chat and from the comfort of a soft chair, write out a dirty story that potentially thousands of fellow humans may read, digest, feel effect. You get the idea, hopefully.
But at the same time (simultaneous!), the utterly incomprehensible depths of cruelty that humans yet inflict on each other... and then you glance through history. Think we've really changed much? Maybe outwardly but not inherently. Not at all. The capability I mean.
Civilized! That's what started it. We pat ourselves on the back, because we view ourselves as civilized. But what does that mean? Are we really?
I mean, humans are fucking vicious. Have been, and remain so. From spiteful ridicule of an innocent, to the wholesale slaughter of peoples because they practiced a different religion or they didn't racially measure up. Or for whatever convoluted reason.
Here's the scary part: As I progressed through these thoughts, I was shaking my head, ashamed almost to admit I was among this same vicious humanity. When I had to ask, "how do you know you wouldn't have done or would do the same thing if you were them or there? Honestly. You can't say you know for sure you would or wouldn't be right in the thick of the mob."
Scary huh? Every single one of us is capable of committing acts as atrocious as any that have been committed since we first (or before) began to walk upright. Since before we had language. That hasn't changed.
I know.
There's the other side. Humans giving, sacrificing, acts of selfless heroism. So we're capable of both. All equally capable. So what makes any of us really any different from anyone else?
That's a rough sketch. Sorry it isn't erotic or literary. No real point. No expectations for anyone to respond or discuss. Just something that started to freak me out and I'm glad for this opportunity to get it out of my brain and into this place. Maybe it'll settle down.
Must think of something more pleasant.
Hm. That could a thread?
Thanks for listening.
An observation of the dichotomous nature of we humans (maybe dichotomous is not the right word, but it's good word eh? Dichotomous.) How that, here we are in the 21st century, and life for many is rather comfortable, compared to say, the 14th century. We can zip around the world, we have this fabulous (ah! another ous word! stupendous!) magic known as the internet on which we can rap and chat and from the comfort of a soft chair, write out a dirty story that potentially thousands of fellow humans may read, digest, feel effect. You get the idea, hopefully.
But at the same time (simultaneous!), the utterly incomprehensible depths of cruelty that humans yet inflict on each other... and then you glance through history. Think we've really changed much? Maybe outwardly but not inherently. Not at all. The capability I mean.
Civilized! That's what started it. We pat ourselves on the back, because we view ourselves as civilized. But what does that mean? Are we really?
I mean, humans are fucking vicious. Have been, and remain so. From spiteful ridicule of an innocent, to the wholesale slaughter of peoples because they practiced a different religion or they didn't racially measure up. Or for whatever convoluted reason.
Here's the scary part: As I progressed through these thoughts, I was shaking my head, ashamed almost to admit I was among this same vicious humanity. When I had to ask, "how do you know you wouldn't have done or would do the same thing if you were them or there? Honestly. You can't say you know for sure you would or wouldn't be right in the thick of the mob."
Scary huh? Every single one of us is capable of committing acts as atrocious as any that have been committed since we first (or before) began to walk upright. Since before we had language. That hasn't changed.
I know.
There's the other side. Humans giving, sacrificing, acts of selfless heroism. So we're capable of both. All equally capable. So what makes any of us really any different from anyone else?
That's a rough sketch. Sorry it isn't erotic or literary. No real point. No expectations for anyone to respond or discuss. Just something that started to freak me out and I'm glad for this opportunity to get it out of my brain and into this place. Maybe it'll settle down.
Must think of something more pleasant.
Hm. That could a thread?
Thanks for listening.