And on and on and on. Does it ever end? Will it ever end? Day after day and day ad infinitum and most definitely ad nauseam, to the point of wondering whether there ever, can ever be an end. Are there enough people to faithfully work towards an end or are there too few to make a difference, to have a significant impact? And even among those who truly care is there enough of an inner stamina and determination to counter the seemingly innate trait within humans to consistently and forever engage in negative actions? From the simplest seemingly harmless or inconsequential insult to the worst deaths - and the worst lives - mankind can impose on others of mankind, when do we, can we, say enough! We have all had enough and there must be an end to it lest we inadvertently or on purpose, bring an end to mankind.
At times I wonder. Most of the cultures around the world share much of the same idea of Creation or Origin of the world. Most also contain within their Creation a fierce battle between the forces of Good and Evil, between the Heavens above and the Hell below. It features a rebellion by those who have been blessed by destiny to live in the Heavens alongside the Creator, an infinite blessing and privilege, desire even more. What is the more and what purpose would it serve remains unclear and ill defined.
And yet rebel they do, and lose they do, and in their loss, they take with them a piece of peace, that peace which had been gifted to those destined to live upon the face of this Earth. To live lives of goodness and generosity. To worship the Creator and thank Him for the gifts given to mankind. Well, that piece of peace denied to us, we forged another path of life. That of denying life, that of hate, that of violence, never ending, never ameliorated. Never ever having been discarded in any truly significant, meaningful manner or consequence.
And, so, here we are all those millennium later, fighting and refighting the same motivations for the same mistaken ideas, with the same mannerisms and actions which have already failed us. And yet, again, on and on, we persist, insist, contrary to common sense and understanding of the true needs of mankind, to follow the same failed paths through life, those highways and byways inimical to the lives we should be living. The same fatal path of flawed beings who insist that if we do the same thing over and over again, somehow the results will change. But they do not, and they will not unless we, mankind, institute deep changes within our moral and mental outlooks, our understanding of true worth and false glitter.
And yet. And yet and yet again. Tirelessly. Plodding through the same muck. Wading through the same creeks and rivers of blood, always renewed by the infinite wars of mankind waged upon and aainst itself. On and on and on again. Even should a positive idea arise, and backers be found, inevitably mankind manages to bollix that up as well. A beautiful idea of world peace, of nations conversing with each other, rather than waging war against each other, now polluted and twisted beyond recognition, almost a perfect 180 degrees reversal, of the hopes and dreams of the founders. Hence, the United Nations, an oxymoron, of title and present intent. Yet another colossal failure of mankind and aren't we just so expert and proud of our consistent success at snatching failure from the jaws of victory.
This morning while browsing through the news a date caught my eye. 1566. Exactly 500 years after the cataclysmic changes and future results to ensue from the year 1066. And yet, many, many, many more years in millennial quantity added to that and here we are, fighting and refighting wars for the same reasons. We have pushed aside wonderful gifts, the fruits of the human brain, concentrating instead on momentary fleeting achievements of flawed desires arising from flawed minds and souls. We, mankind, have almost always consigned ideas and thoughts of beauty, of eternal truths to the discard pile of humanity. A wealth of ideas never allowed to blossom into positive fruition. A world where we shatter the rosy glasses and replace them with cracked dark ones blinding all to true sight and true interpretation, true knowledge and action.
So often, too often, we allow ourselves to be caught up in the minutiae of a matter or, conversely, ignore the seeming minutiae, considering a small number to be of no significance and we misplace and misjudge true relevancy and importance in the larger picture, the longer run. Here are several examples of such misplaced emphasis.
Back and forth go the arguments. We get another cease fire. Another possible exchange of hostages with one hostage being equal to hundreds, if not thousands, of terrorists. With one body of a slaughtered hostage equal to hundreds of bodies of the foe. Does it not ring loud and clear or be of deafening volume, enough to get the attention of the world, proof of the evil of Hamas and their equally inhumane cohorts? That Hamas does not value their own, as proven by the wildly out of alignment ratio of one live or dead Israeli versus the 10s and hundreds, and thousands of their own?
There is an obvious clash in values as each and every life of our own is of value. Even, especially when, we cry over babies WE have lost - Ariel, Kfir, Ravid, torn from his mother, from the arms of his father, from life, due to the brutal murder attack by a terrorist. The babies burned alive in the ovens of their homes. Or shot by Hamas. We even weep over the babies of the Hamas murderers, but it is not we who cynically placed them in danger, to be used as weapons of war and propaganda. Who values life? Who is the trusted partner for peace or is the truth that there is no viable partner, no cooperating partner at all?
Does this not tell clearly the true blackness of soul of these brutal terrorists, these rapists and pillagers of humanity. How can we make it clear to the world that we are not nitpicking when we demand the release of our hostages, when we will argue over the life of the one more, the ten more, and they are so cavalier about the lives of many. Does it not tell clearly, in blatant fact, of that true blackness of their souls? The answer sadly is that the world hears not. Sees not. Nor does it want to change at all, preferring and then to wallow in and incite the growth of JewHatred and its awful consequences, staging already up to and including death.
A life. Five lives. How many lives more? When is it enough to satisfy the hate glutted veins of murderers? What have we lost with the deaths of so many individuals? What has mankind lost and can there ever be compensation for those losses, for the might have been now denied life and possibility? One life saved, one world saved. One life lost, many worlds lost.
Yesterdays lost.
Todays forever denied.
Tomorrow's promises never to be realized.
When will humanity understand what we have done to ourselves?
And and and and and and and and.
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