Vajradhara
One of Many
greetings everyone...
it's with a heavy heart that i sit here to write.... i'm saddened by the senseless death of people.. the mindless hatred that spews forth from the mouths of tyranical despots.. the culture of hate that seems to be indemic.
hatred is not something that a person is born with... it is something that they learn over time. generations of people have been instilling a hatred into their children.. a hatred of Jews or of Christians or of Muslims or of Blacks or Whites or Browns or Yellows. this child, in turn, teaches their children their hatreds, their intolerances, their bigotries. the cycle continues endlessly.
i am naieve enough to hope that a peace plan for the middle east and the establisment of a Palestinian state would resolve alot of this.... however, i don't really expect that it will... and it breaks my heart.
the hatred has been given too much power in that part of the world... it owns people, neighborhoods, towns and cities. people wrap themselves in their hate and misery and vow to purpetuate thier pain and woe unto others. eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, we hear the battle cry echo from the crowded city streets awash in blood, dust and tears.
have you ever looked into the eyes of a child full of hate? it is as if something inside has been destroyed, raped and taken away replaced with a cold detachment and loss of emotional empathy for other living beings. the loss of innocence is something that will have a profound effect on these children, and therefore, on the world at large as we have to deal with these children of war.
the rich and old send the young and the poor to die for political causes and religious beliefs all the while extolling the virtues of "peace" with one side of their mouths and preaching hatred and intolerance from the other.
somewhere.. somebody is planning to kill... planning to hurt as many people possible in an attempt to rectify a perceived injustice... never realizing how utterly and totally misguided they are in this course of action..... and i'm not sure for whom i feel more sorrow.
it's with a heavy heart that i sit here to write.... i'm saddened by the senseless death of people.. the mindless hatred that spews forth from the mouths of tyranical despots.. the culture of hate that seems to be indemic.
hatred is not something that a person is born with... it is something that they learn over time. generations of people have been instilling a hatred into their children.. a hatred of Jews or of Christians or of Muslims or of Blacks or Whites or Browns or Yellows. this child, in turn, teaches their children their hatreds, their intolerances, their bigotries. the cycle continues endlessly.
i am naieve enough to hope that a peace plan for the middle east and the establisment of a Palestinian state would resolve alot of this.... however, i don't really expect that it will... and it breaks my heart.
the hatred has been given too much power in that part of the world... it owns people, neighborhoods, towns and cities. people wrap themselves in their hate and misery and vow to purpetuate thier pain and woe unto others. eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, we hear the battle cry echo from the crowded city streets awash in blood, dust and tears.
have you ever looked into the eyes of a child full of hate? it is as if something inside has been destroyed, raped and taken away replaced with a cold detachment and loss of emotional empathy for other living beings. the loss of innocence is something that will have a profound effect on these children, and therefore, on the world at large as we have to deal with these children of war.
the rich and old send the young and the poor to die for political causes and religious beliefs all the while extolling the virtues of "peace" with one side of their mouths and preaching hatred and intolerance from the other.
somewhere.. somebody is planning to kill... planning to hurt as many people possible in an attempt to rectify a perceived injustice... never realizing how utterly and totally misguided they are in this course of action..... and i'm not sure for whom i feel more sorrow.