I am afraid to speak allowed because I feel that the moment I let my thoughts out of my head the world will distort them, reflecting back at me a jagged and harsh version of them. Like hearing my own echo as a screech, or howl. Like seeing a hateful face in the mirror.
I find myself in a world that I do not understand. A world where sarcasm passes for discussion. Where vitriol takes the place of contribution. Where the narrowing of context passes for the discovery of truth. Where "truth" is a weapon used to bludgeon others not a treasure to be lovingly sought. Where the illusion of certainty is more important than the experience of affection. Where the dialectic process is simply a ruinous battleground, not a safe space for the incubation of nascent ideas. Where hatred pretends it is reasonable.
I don't understand where this world came from, or rather I do not understand why it persists.
Everyone is preaching that it is everyone else's fault. This, however, is simply a half a "how". Which is nothing like a complete "why". But then "the why question is just a silly question".
How can one fight fire with fire without burning the whole world?
How could we ever build a unified theory when unity is so universally overlooked?
How can we ever really triumph when the measure of our success is the number of charred straw corpses we leave behind us?
Have we not tried to beat each other into submission already?
But maybe this time if we shout louder we'll win forever. Or if we hit harder?
Do we really have to do this again?
What was Einstein's definition of Insanity?
"Behold a beautiful garden full of flowers, shrubs, and trees. Each flower has a different charm, a peculiar beauty, its own delicious perfume and beautiful colour. The trees too, how varied are they in size, in growth, in foliage—and what different fruits they bear! Yet all these flowers, shrubs and trees spring from the self-same earth, the same sun shines upon them and the same clouds give them rain."
