i selected a couple of quotes from this article and emboldened the words i especially wish to discuss.
And here, perhaps, is the place where any vision of peace has to start. What’s sacred is all human and planetary life, not merely a selective portion of it (Brussels, say, but not Aleppo).
how often do we hear the phrase, “every human life is sacred.”? isn’t that rather a self-centered, self-glamorizing statement? if we humans cannot learn the simple lesson of “the ancient mariner,” the respect for “all things great and small,” we very well may doom our small planet to the scrap pile of failed experiments. and will the universe miss our fine sacred selves? nah, the good news is that Nature is very resilient. life will go on with or without us.
science fiction writers create a most horrid monster called the death-eater. this monster thrives, growing ever stronger only in the midst of death. he not only feasts on the deaths of slaughtered enemies, but his own fallen warriors as well. gee, doesn’t that describe the empire? or we might call him the mic, raytheon, exxon mobil or a thousand other names, but these are but the various faces the death-eater presents.
As a journalist, I put much of the onus on the media, which so often seems clueless about how to report the sort of news that’s larger than superficial victory or defeat. It’s far more able to report who won the tennis match than to analyze and celebrate a triumphant act of sportsmanship. It’s far more able to report the pending invasion of Iraq — a quick win for America’s coming up, folks — than to see the obvious: Everyone is about to lose.
sad to say, robert, but i don’t think the media is clueless. the major networks serve as the mouthpiece, the snake oil salesmen of the death-eater. the one name that includes all components of the monster destroying life might be simply capitalism for this greed-ridden monster sees not the beauty of Nature, but as a dangerous enemy to be exploited until there’s nothing left to exploit. for this is not a friendly competition where we can shake hands, put away the toys and play another day. perhaps, when we call “game over!” no one will be left to put away the toys. the empire exists in a decaying state of entropy. Nature is the antidote to revitalize, but will enough catch on in time to see that “Everyone is about to lose”