ThE hOlY bOoK oF rAnDoM RaMbLiNgS

The esteemed faculty of thought has been the longest serving and the most admired teacher in the academy of life. The day monkeys started using the tool, professor thought took us under his charge and explained the chaos inside our mind, molded it in form like a loving potter. Since centuries, it's been a heavenly bond.

But every rose has it's thorn and life soon pricked on one.

There is a minus for every plus, there is a night for every day, a Darth Vader to every Luke Skywalker, a Joker to every Batman. The evil balances out the good. What the dark lacks in morals, it makes up with power.

This is the curse that has plagued man for ages: Why is the most basic fundamental thought in the human mind always about destruction?

I first had these visions of internal chaos amidst the shrouds of order when I saw a child playing with toys.

Have you ever seen a child playing with them? Did you get a chance to observe the human brain in its most unadulterated form? Pure from its mother's womb, the thought lived a life in a cocoon of security, tucked away from the unforgiving world. It emerged, triumphant, into the light. And the first thing it did was to cry...

And then it broke the toy...
Why?

The complex laws of our existence dictate that it is far easier to destroy then to create. It takes muscle to break in two but it takes brains to join in one. However civilized we may become, deep down inside, we are still a child throwing stones at a dog. It takes intellect to conceive and intellect is what is lacking in the masses.

Fundamentally, our ability to think is defaulted to simplify the things around us. The child broke the toy because it wanted to understand what it was. You never truly know someone or something unless you can see through to their core. What would happen if I dismantled the farce of order to really see the chaos inside? This will only help me to understand what is already done. But the real question that matters is that what would happen if I herded the chaos and put it in a jar? Then I would invent something out of nothing? I would create instead of destroy.

Only a handful of people bother with the second question. They are the ones who truly know what they are doing, everyone else is just surviving with no sense of purpose or direction. They are doomed to follow the few. They need to unlearn everything. They need to supplement their fundamentals with additional streams of thought.

The only way out I can think of is that if destruction cannot be stopped, then at least we can create more than we destroy...

I know what you're all thinking. Yup, I can see that smirk on your ugly subhuman face: " Told ya' he's an anarchist." Well well, fellas fellas, calm down alright. Grab a beer, tell your wife to shut up and listen to old man king here.

WHAT IS VIOLENCE? It comes from the Latin violentia meaning "vehement, forcible". In the late 16th century, the prevalent meaning of the term was "improper treatment". Doesn't that definition just make you want to kiss somebody? Improper Treatment. Delightful. Look at the humble origins of this grossly misunderstood word.

If you took my horse away from my manor one foggy evening in London and made a gentleman's promise that you will return it by the end of 1597, but you didn't, then you were subjecting me to improper treatment. Beautiful.

So when did good ol' violence make a wrong turn? Well to tell the truth, it's been driving on the wrong side of the road ever since it got it's license.

New age thinkers, who are nothing more than a bunch of squirrels fighting over a nut which isn't there, conceive that the world is, figuratively, coming to an end because of all the pain around. Looks like they were busy picking their noses during the history lectures in retard school.

As far as I can look back, the world has been defined by violence. Every monumental change; be it good or bad, was accompanied by bloodshed, like a glorious footmen announcing the advent of the king. The 21st century is painted with the blood of its predecessors and it is basking in the gory glory. Since the crusades in medieval times to the slapstick humor of "Modern Times" by Charles Chaplin, may his soul rest in peace, violence has been the primary tool to express oneself. It has been defined as a source of pride and a defence of honor. It has been pursued as an antidote to shame and humiliation. In the history of pharmacy, it is the most potent anti-depressent.

But it is wrong right? Why can't we refrain from it? Why does a human being hurt another human being?

Beacuse we are made that way.

Violence is inherent in Homo-Sapiens. Actually we are Homo Necans. Remember ol' guy Darwin? Theory of evolution? Survival of the fittest? You fuck me I fuck You? We descended from Apes. Apes fuck the shit out of each other. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to work the rest out for yourselves: The hole in our face is just for eating, we were meant to talk with our fists.

 So where does that leave us?

I am no one to give the solution. I am just a commentator, someone else is playing the game. So what I can comment is that peace raises some pretty good questions.
Violence may not be the answer, but it sure does kill the question...