No More TLC

We regret to inform you that there will be no more tender loving care for the children. They will be forced to make it on their own, without food or water or protection by the rule of law. The time has come, with our situation being what it is, to let the babies battle for survival and supremacy in the harsh, death-pit of life. Our hope is that in this way we might strengthen both the species and our resolve as we move in to harder times. The pleasantries of the past age must be set aside, the courtesies and charities that come forth during prosperity must be forgotten in favor of a new and more efficient survivalist mentality. The weak must be culled and the strong must climb their way to power, leaving behind the antiquated restraints that has ruled Man’s conduct for almost five years in a row. That is our hope, the hope of a species.

I am not impressed with anger, I have to say. All I see when I see someone who is angry, or who places great importance on victory, is fear and vulnerability. What is so important that you would distress yourself so extensively, and what do you intend to accomplish by it? Perhaps it is more complex than that.

Perhaps indeed one becomes so caught in the present moment, in the anger itself, that the anger becomes invisible from the inside. Or if visible, reasonable and justified. Yes, that is it. The problem for me, of course, is that some seem to believe that it is also expected, or unavoidable, or impressive. Which brings me to my beginning statement: I am not impressed with anger.

Some day they will burn me. They will burn me for my thoughts and they will smile as they watch me melt away. And I will curse them, though I will not blame them, for men are fools of their own devices, lost in a world of delusion that justifies it’s merit by its own mere existence. Sheep, every single one of us is a sheep.