Post by gruntal on Dec 23, 2012 19:13:15 GMT
It's funny how things so terrifying can become so insignificant. Even more telling how things of dubious nature can remain like bulwarks of strength.
The human race has come a long way since way back when. What we thought was jolly good entertainment has now become reviled as reprehensible. But if it took us thousands of years to develop a conscience where is it all leading to?
Not to be outdone the early religions were replete with one vengeful god after another. Thus saith the Lord: act good or die! It isn't very clear rather G*d decided we had outgrown the whips and punishment or rather the churches just realized the staying power of wimpiness. Because like it or not hard times made a mockery of love and kindness. At least back then. Acting nice and civilized wasn't really an option in the jungle.
The question is: is there something you were more or less born with that you never abandoned and that you feel like you will embrace until your dieing day? Something you will flaunt with upraised clenched fist on your death bed?
I have never felt comfortable selling myself to fellow human beings. In my old age I have enough problems without adding self disgust to the lot. I am afraid in that respect I am incorrigible. I couldn't even sell gold bullion without pointing out the defects and I am not about to treat myself any better. I have reason to believe my image will not be my savior. Most fortunate for me because I have done little to promote it.
I have tried to appreciate truth and honesty in the others but I admit the one tooting his or her horn the loudest was the easiest to notice and is exactly what most grabbed my attention. A simple slogan; a catchy phrase was most easier to digest and remember. We are all suckers for advertising. I just never wanted it to be that way. Or it was so much trouble to see beyond the image.
The human race has come a long way since way back when. What we thought was jolly good entertainment has now become reviled as reprehensible. But if it took us thousands of years to develop a conscience where is it all leading to?
Not to be outdone the early religions were replete with one vengeful god after another. Thus saith the Lord: act good or die! It isn't very clear rather G*d decided we had outgrown the whips and punishment or rather the churches just realized the staying power of wimpiness. Because like it or not hard times made a mockery of love and kindness. At least back then. Acting nice and civilized wasn't really an option in the jungle.
The question is: is there something you were more or less born with that you never abandoned and that you feel like you will embrace until your dieing day? Something you will flaunt with upraised clenched fist on your death bed?
I have never felt comfortable selling myself to fellow human beings. In my old age I have enough problems without adding self disgust to the lot. I am afraid in that respect I am incorrigible. I couldn't even sell gold bullion without pointing out the defects and I am not about to treat myself any better. I have reason to believe my image will not be my savior. Most fortunate for me because I have done little to promote it.
I have tried to appreciate truth and honesty in the others but I admit the one tooting his or her horn the loudest was the easiest to notice and is exactly what most grabbed my attention. A simple slogan; a catchy phrase was most easier to digest and remember. We are all suckers for advertising. I just never wanted it to be that way. Or it was so much trouble to see beyond the image.
