Killing was an act of contact. It was messy and spawned existential questions along with real, visible, grotesque pain and suffering. People started thinking of ways to keep the blood off their hands while still being winning participants in power plays of exhilarating life and horrifying death. People started using stones in mobs of collective, [...]
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If all it took was to raise hell and rage against darkness, we’d all be free. If there were any completely right answer, we’d have figured it out by now. Instead, the controllers play protest songs at Guantanamo at deafening levels because they can and we’re stuck pondering this paralyzing paradox, that silence is weakness [...]
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