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I was standing in the middle of the busy street of a big, big city with all these people running past me, busy busy busy. I was standing there in the middle of the street staring at the poster-heads baring teeth, pointing guns, knives, fists in my face. All these advertisements of death and violence. Death, both fictional and real, men clad in tights with the face of a bat, other ones asking me to remember MIAs, to be proud, be an army of one, on and on…
And then a line from an old rock-opera came to mind: "...Why are you obsessed with fighting?"
Really. Why are we obsessed with fighting? We have been breaking our heads to figure out this propensity for aggression—genes, testosterone, bad parenting, society, repressions—and if we can tame it…
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Do they even know what they are doing—the liars, thieves, and murderers who hold our fate in their hands?
How long have these goblins been preparing their machinery of soul killing? In the last century, they came to the surface like never before, with their gunnery and warmongering, their machinery of mass killing, covering murderous intent with pseudo-patriotic babble about Motherland and future…
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As the patterns become increasingly complex, man--unable to cope with paralyzing ambiguity of the surrounding world--is forced to seek comfort in simple abstractions and embrace ready-made understandings with whole-hearted enthusiasm and relief. Forgetting fluidity and transcendence, he succumbs deeper into simple crude descriptions presented to him by science and all sorts of gurus that reduce his world to a few black and white brush-strokes. Sooner or later, he finds himself behind the rigid bars of his primitive knowledge, imprisoned in the conceptual net that defines his possible.
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Written by Bear
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I see much talk about Truth recently and that made me think…we make too much assumption talking about it as if we know what it is and that now we “just need to make that breakthrough and begin to live it”. Wrong. How did our conjectures become facts? You do not know what the Truth is until you realise it. Now you think you are saved and you are ready to fight for justice and for the weak and for Truth, but it is not what you think it is. The battleground of Truth is not in the mountains of Afghanistan or urban ghettos, it is not on the podiums and among the sterile community of scholars… |
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Written by Bear
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This is a call to spiritual arms, a call to men and women who know their original face. If you are not the master of yourself, you are a slave. If you don’t know that there is a war going on, you are asleep. The battle between good and evil has raged for millennia, but a critical crossroads is upon us. The next five years will decide the future of our kind. When it is all over, and everything has been said and done, what will the record say of you when the lines were being drawn? |
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