Saturday, July 28, 2012
I've been stalled in my tracks since a sneak peak was made available of the recent suspect in the violent- cruel-bloodbath-heartless-selfish-impetuous-and ugly-and pathetic-hate-crime in Colorado. I can almost see the marbles rolling in his head but in a controlled sort of way. I think of words like evil. Demon.
Then I step back and resist the temptation to classify it all away in my mind. I can't make out what it all even begins to mean. I am fed up with the human race's issues being allowed to get so big they cover most eyes and ears of the modern world. You can never escape a story about violence because news is a business and violence moves product.
It's still pretty F****** ridiculous that we war with each other. Puff ourselves up with national pride when... you know... zoom the camera lens of your world in really closely or pull it back a mile or two and maybe you'd see the fascinating things going on all around us. Life. Animals. Physics.
Surely people think of this before they decide to do what they decided to do? Yes?
Yet? If this is where the train is taking us as a race, I want to get off. Turn me into a frog. A caterpillar. Turn me into a raindrop. Anything to get me away from the mind-blindness of whatever the heck is wrong with the world.
My mind drifts to Mexico... a society imploding in on itself.
Yet in the end we all seem to want our vices because we know the snake is eating it's own tail. It's scary to witness. Beyond scary, it's confusing. Beyond confusing, it's painful. And well beyond that it is just really really stupid. That's the panned-out version.
Don't even get me started on quantum mechanics. Oh boy.
So this guy's face made me feel very confused. The look of this guy and his weird weird weird zombie-face (only lacking the cheap running makeup) made me think actor. Then again, if it was no act, it is horrific to think mental illness... because it looks very very painful. Not as painful as a bullet wound, no. But a lot less easy to diagnose.
Prattle prattle prattle. I merely opine.
I don't know. I just don't know.