Not really just guns. The power of life and death in any capacity should not be left to the astoundingly inept reasoning capability of the human brain.
This goes for nuclear weapons, the death penalty, and anything else you can think of.
This is because we are all raving lunatics who tenuously grasp at the straws of our existence while justifying our actions based on the arbitrary juxtaposition of sanity and the not-sane.
Hey, I'm not just talking from personal experience, although this post is definitely inspired by a personal experience I had talking to Nebish yesterday. The world is fucked up and you know it. I'm just going to explain why is all.
As I reflect upon the conversation I'm struck by the myriad conflicting emotions that were generated in my consciousness as we spoke. I was filled with admiration, love, and respect, while at the same time I felt envy, disappointment, and sadness. Creatures with this level of complexity can not be responsible for decisions that are as profound as taking a life!
I used to think that television was a bad thing. I still get upset with myself if I think I have been playing too many video games. I have changed my tune. While engaged in these mindless activities, humans are saved from having to make decisions based on the hurricane Katrina of thoughts and feelings which constantly deluge us as we sit huddled up in the bomb shelter of our minds constantly in fear that the levees are about to burst.
So I say: have another beer, puff on another fatty, pre-order grand theft auto 23, whatever you like, but please, please for everyone's safety and your own; don't make any decisions, because you, like the rest of us, are seriously incapable of knowing what the fuck you are doing.
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4 comments:
Makes a great neg strat.
Well, I have no idea what to make of this. I remember the conversation. I remember feeling crazy, as if under a witch spell. I don't always make good decisions, but I live with the ones I make. Sometimes good things happen, sometimes shitty things happen, and sometimes complete fucking miracles happen. I've had a few of those, along with total disasters.
If anything, I wish I had the opportunity to make more decisions. When I stop making them, I sink into a rut of habit and routine and everything starts to suck.
It was great talking to you. I was just blown away by all the different things that were going through my head while we were talking.
I couldn't tell if you were trying to say that I made a colossally bad decision or not. Considering what we were talking about.
Either way, I'd do it again in a second, given the chance. I'm 41. How many more nights of insane sex do I have left? Not enough, I say.
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