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Sad and beautiful at the same time. I'd like to order a print of this.
Sad and beautiful at the same time. I'd like to order a print of this.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I had no choice.
Way off topic.
I'm sure someone did this before by now, but the idea made me chuckle so I figured I'd share.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Heroes
...He asked what they would all want to know. He asked first and he asked alone.
Why did you kill him? Why did you burn the lab?
He had it, proof of the soul. Instrumentation and a theory of how and why it is there, concrete proof that this is not all that there is. I saw it! We three know probably the most important fact ever proven by humanity.
The man just shook his head. And took a deep sigh, the kind one takes before trying to explain fractions to a third grader, again.
Where to begin?
I'm sure a lack of imagination is a bonus in the field of law enforcement. How could it not be? With even a shadow of real imagination you could quickly picture a world without your jack booted thuggery.
Well, you may be better off than you know slave, because I am not so impaired as thee. I see worlds that could exist. And killing that nameless bastard, and burning his one in a Googolplex chance discovery, has forever annihilated one of those hideous worlds and perhaps indeed prevented the perpetual enslavement and torture of all possible worlds.
The inspector clearly did not understand this answer but knew that others might and so he let the man speak.
The arsonist and murderer continued, with animated passion, seeming angry at everything to the untrained eye. But to the investigator however, he knew this was probably the happiest this man had ever been. Clearly he believed what he was saying with a conviction that went beyond faith or proof. He saw in a simple set of physical gestures and tones of voice that this man in his estimation had completed the sum goal of life, not merely his, but all life.
The murderer continued... They have inflicted every horror they could imagine on us in their quest for control! Who you ask? The companies and churches and governments, not one being a worthwhile ethical endeavor! They have burned us and tortured us, and stolen from us and poisoned us slowly, they have lied to us and corrupted the minds of our children and our parents.
They have caged and sold and crushed and profaned all that is sacred and necessary. Our country has executed children and we think ourselves the seat of rationality and vision despite our chief exports being sexual tension and violence. Sure it was young when ti executed a young black 13 year old but then does it thus forgive? How many young men have paid with their entire lives either at the moment or with merciless protraction at the hands of our government because of one small mistake, like say selling a pound of plant matter for a stack of plant matter?
We sentence children to rape, beatings, stabbing, and humiliations we punish others for inflicting on animals, and for what? Trading paper for plants again! And why? If the matter is even discussed which it isn't, its a health or a social issue. In other words we say its toxic, and at the same time we give a billion to Monsanto and the like for coming up with new and more lethal sugar substitutes.
Look at what we've done to our bodies! We have no freedom. They rule us from before the cradle by selling our mothers to our fathers and thus enslaving them both, they rule us from the cradle with their vapid baby shows, toy ironing boards, and bob the builder play sets. They turn men into ruthless bloodthirsty ignorant thugs and women into brutal greedy possessive Eloi.
This and volumes more you know, deep down, even if you refuse to face it or admit it. There is a point, I see your dreadfully short attention span nearing the breaking point, in fact I'm sure you'd have walked away if I hadn't just vaporised someone, along with what you call the most important discovery in human history.
I ask you given what I've mentioned and what you know, were the soul detectable, malleable, would they not use it and the world it's a part of against us as well? Would it not be like the Spanish finding gold among the Indians or us finding oil anywhere else?
Imagine executions, and torture, and realize that they spring from a desire to do the worst thing imaginable. Imagine that desire elevated to the scope of eternity.
Were it conclusively proven that the soul exists and that it could be harnessed and manipulated, can you imagine the damage The Company in its wisdom would inflict?
Think of the pedophiles and the witches. Think of the Nazis and the Communists. Think of true human hate. And now unleash it on a populace newly robbed of even the solace and escape of death.
That man's discovery would have brought us pain beyond the ability of human imagination to comprehend.
That's why I did it.
The investigator stood there for a moment, and then left the room.
By a weird twist of chance and timing he was the only one here just now. He walked to the locker where the recording equipment for the interview room was and he pulled the discs. He then went to his partners desk where a can of Zippo fluid was.
He returned with the discs to the interview room.
He piled the discs up on the floor in front of the man, and doused them with the fluid.
He looked into the man's eyes. And then struck a match from the pack he found at the hotel this morning and dropped it on the pile. Neither set of eyes moved to the flames.
As the tiny bonfire of discs did what was natural, the investigator drew his side arm knelt close to the fire, watching it as he spoke to the man who was smiling now, with a look of utter peace.
I see your point, and I tell you we're at the end of our lives. You say this chance is is infinitesimally small, but what if others hear your story and believe that the soul can be harnessed and so inspired by the knowledge that it can be done, they follow in your target's footsteps?
No, your reasons as well as his theory and discovery must be a mystery. You are clearly willing to take a life to prevent the fall of sentience, but are you prepared to give one?
The man answered almost instantly. Yes. Without hesitation.
The investigator nodded. Then you know why I'm doing this.
The investigator then stood while raising his pistol and shot the smiling man once in the head and twice in the heart. He stood there for six minutes, and then shot himself in the roof of the mouth.
They were both mercifully forgotten in the fullness of time.
Why did you kill him? Why did you burn the lab?
He had it, proof of the soul. Instrumentation and a theory of how and why it is there, concrete proof that this is not all that there is. I saw it! We three know probably the most important fact ever proven by humanity.
The man just shook his head. And took a deep sigh, the kind one takes before trying to explain fractions to a third grader, again.
Where to begin?
I'm sure a lack of imagination is a bonus in the field of law enforcement. How could it not be? With even a shadow of real imagination you could quickly picture a world without your jack booted thuggery.
Well, you may be better off than you know slave, because I am not so impaired as thee. I see worlds that could exist. And killing that nameless bastard, and burning his one in a Googolplex chance discovery, has forever annihilated one of those hideous worlds and perhaps indeed prevented the perpetual enslavement and torture of all possible worlds.
The inspector clearly did not understand this answer but knew that others might and so he let the man speak.
The arsonist and murderer continued, with animated passion, seeming angry at everything to the untrained eye. But to the investigator however, he knew this was probably the happiest this man had ever been. Clearly he believed what he was saying with a conviction that went beyond faith or proof. He saw in a simple set of physical gestures and tones of voice that this man in his estimation had completed the sum goal of life, not merely his, but all life.
The murderer continued... They have inflicted every horror they could imagine on us in their quest for control! Who you ask? The companies and churches and governments, not one being a worthwhile ethical endeavor! They have burned us and tortured us, and stolen from us and poisoned us slowly, they have lied to us and corrupted the minds of our children and our parents.
They have caged and sold and crushed and profaned all that is sacred and necessary. Our country has executed children and we think ourselves the seat of rationality and vision despite our chief exports being sexual tension and violence. Sure it was young when ti executed a young black 13 year old but then does it thus forgive? How many young men have paid with their entire lives either at the moment or with merciless protraction at the hands of our government because of one small mistake, like say selling a pound of plant matter for a stack of plant matter?
We sentence children to rape, beatings, stabbing, and humiliations we punish others for inflicting on animals, and for what? Trading paper for plants again! And why? If the matter is even discussed which it isn't, its a health or a social issue. In other words we say its toxic, and at the same time we give a billion to Monsanto and the like for coming up with new and more lethal sugar substitutes.
Look at what we've done to our bodies! We have no freedom. They rule us from before the cradle by selling our mothers to our fathers and thus enslaving them both, they rule us from the cradle with their vapid baby shows, toy ironing boards, and bob the builder play sets. They turn men into ruthless bloodthirsty ignorant thugs and women into brutal greedy possessive Eloi.
This and volumes more you know, deep down, even if you refuse to face it or admit it. There is a point, I see your dreadfully short attention span nearing the breaking point, in fact I'm sure you'd have walked away if I hadn't just vaporised someone, along with what you call the most important discovery in human history.
I ask you given what I've mentioned and what you know, were the soul detectable, malleable, would they not use it and the world it's a part of against us as well? Would it not be like the Spanish finding gold among the Indians or us finding oil anywhere else?
Imagine executions, and torture, and realize that they spring from a desire to do the worst thing imaginable. Imagine that desire elevated to the scope of eternity.
Were it conclusively proven that the soul exists and that it could be harnessed and manipulated, can you imagine the damage The Company in its wisdom would inflict?
Think of the pedophiles and the witches. Think of the Nazis and the Communists. Think of true human hate. And now unleash it on a populace newly robbed of even the solace and escape of death.
That man's discovery would have brought us pain beyond the ability of human imagination to comprehend.
That's why I did it.
The investigator stood there for a moment, and then left the room.
By a weird twist of chance and timing he was the only one here just now. He walked to the locker where the recording equipment for the interview room was and he pulled the discs. He then went to his partners desk where a can of Zippo fluid was.
He returned with the discs to the interview room.
He piled the discs up on the floor in front of the man, and doused them with the fluid.
He looked into the man's eyes. And then struck a match from the pack he found at the hotel this morning and dropped it on the pile. Neither set of eyes moved to the flames.
As the tiny bonfire of discs did what was natural, the investigator drew his side arm knelt close to the fire, watching it as he spoke to the man who was smiling now, with a look of utter peace.
I see your point, and I tell you we're at the end of our lives. You say this chance is is infinitesimally small, but what if others hear your story and believe that the soul can be harnessed and so inspired by the knowledge that it can be done, they follow in your target's footsteps?
No, your reasons as well as his theory and discovery must be a mystery. You are clearly willing to take a life to prevent the fall of sentience, but are you prepared to give one?
The man answered almost instantly. Yes. Without hesitation.
The investigator nodded. Then you know why I'm doing this.
The investigator then stood while raising his pistol and shot the smiling man once in the head and twice in the heart. He stood there for six minutes, and then shot himself in the roof of the mouth.
They were both mercifully forgotten in the fullness of time.
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