Hello everyone :/
Today a perfectly destructive black hole formed inside of me. I was blinded by anger and hatred towards these inhuman, diabolic American terminators, I witnessed. I watched this apache-cam-video: "US helicopter gunship reveals glimpse of slaughterfest in Iraq"
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/206184-Collateral-Murder-WikiLeaks-video-from-US-helicopter-gunship-reveals-glimpse-of-slaughterfest-in-Iraq
Those American soldiers, who were involved in this "surgical operation" are perfect machines, no question! But what frightened me more was this sinister part in me that demanded revenge for what they have done. What is this fatalistic thinking, that comes upon me, when I am witnessing such terror? It makes me perfectly mechanical as well, so when I start hating them, I am feeding the dark forces inside of me. It makes me inhuman as well, misleadingly imagining I would fight for the good, like they do -- subjective good. Imagine these false proportions: those bodies were professionally ripped apart by this oversized cannon, cowardly shot from the distance, nice and easy!
Embedded journalism? The only journalist who is embedded is the dead one covered by corpses and bodyparts. I can't believe what I am listening to, how the soldiers are speaking about their actions, as if they were just playing a boring xbox-shooter, not even a thrilling one. They remind me of what Gurdjieff said about the human machine in times of war. I simply can't believe that those soldiers really are humans, living and breathing beings, that they even have rights, unbelievable. That's too much to bare. Today reality is a perverse grotesque and I am somehow part of it! After I calmed down, I realized that those soldiers are victims as well, hypnotized to think professionally, like machines. Another part in me feels sorry for them. I am perfectly torn.
Today I learned what professional thinking really means. I wonder if these mechanically thinking and acting soldiers could be cured or if they are already lost. I hope one fine day they will be able to feel, what they have done, stand for what they are.
Today a perfectly destructive black hole formed inside of me. I was blinded by anger and hatred towards these inhuman, diabolic American terminators, I witnessed. I watched this apache-cam-video: "US helicopter gunship reveals glimpse of slaughterfest in Iraq"
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/206184-Collateral-Murder-WikiLeaks-video-from-US-helicopter-gunship-reveals-glimpse-of-slaughterfest-in-Iraq
Those American soldiers, who were involved in this "surgical operation" are perfect machines, no question! But what frightened me more was this sinister part in me that demanded revenge for what they have done. What is this fatalistic thinking, that comes upon me, when I am witnessing such terror? It makes me perfectly mechanical as well, so when I start hating them, I am feeding the dark forces inside of me. It makes me inhuman as well, misleadingly imagining I would fight for the good, like they do -- subjective good. Imagine these false proportions: those bodies were professionally ripped apart by this oversized cannon, cowardly shot from the distance, nice and easy!
Embedded journalism? The only journalist who is embedded is the dead one covered by corpses and bodyparts. I can't believe what I am listening to, how the soldiers are speaking about their actions, as if they were just playing a boring xbox-shooter, not even a thrilling one. They remind me of what Gurdjieff said about the human machine in times of war. I simply can't believe that those soldiers really are humans, living and breathing beings, that they even have rights, unbelievable. That's too much to bare. Today reality is a perverse grotesque and I am somehow part of it! After I calmed down, I realized that those soldiers are victims as well, hypnotized to think professionally, like machines. Another part in me feels sorry for them. I am perfectly torn.
Today I learned what professional thinking really means. I wonder if these mechanically thinking and acting soldiers could be cured or if they are already lost. I hope one fine day they will be able to feel, what they have done, stand for what they are.