Somebody is always a victim and somebody is always the perpetrator and that is what the world has become after all the time we have evolved and developed. All the knowledge in the world cannot bring about total peace for the world is made up of individuals who is as unique as all the particles that makes up the universe. Then why bother at explaining the truth and the false if it all comes down to ineffective sciences and bodies of knowledge? Reason and existence is one of the main ideas that keeps us all alive and well in this world of disarray and indifference.
While most of us never bother with the nuances and details, life as we know it is based on bodies of thought that have been passed on from generation to generation and from people to people. Some people like dogs as pets while some see them as a means of passage into manhood. Some see guns as the only solution while the rest of us see it as merely the problem. everybody has his or her own view of what the world should be and is to be and that is what makes the total definition and explanation of peace so vague and impossible to fathom. Some like birth control while some hate it as it is against the teachings of the Church. In an economic standpoint, it is a solution for it allows the most amount of resources for less people who wold otherwise be impoverished and claiming benefits form their governments who are now straining to maintain control. Some like Obama while some like McCain, the differences go on and on and on and so does the need for explanation.
Humans have a knack for complaining yet we have survived for millions of years with or without these socioeconomic conditions that we so rely on. We survive whatever the calamity or global conditions and that is what I like about us, all the differences and yet we still manage to find some reason for existence however different it may be. That’s humanity at work and hopefully it’ll continue on workin’ for sometime to come (if we don’t kill ourselves that is).
Originally posted on June 25, 2008 @ 3:31 am