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17.02.2013.

Pročitajte "This I Believe" od Roberta Heinlein-a ako želite shvatiti, u suprotnom nemojte trošit vrijeme

"I am not going to talk about religious beliefs but about matters

     so obvious that it has gone out of style to mention them.”

 

That honesty can be carried to the stars is what Robert Heinlein believed. In the goodness of his neighbors and the goodness of the human race as a collective.

I think he was wrong.

His wife, Virginia Heinlein, read this item when she accepted NASA’s distinguished public service medal on October 6, 1988.

Heinlein received a standing ovation, and that is not to wonder, as humans like to think themselves good.

Essentially, humans are as good as their surroundings allow them to be. Neighbors in the suburban west surely have no fear of starvation, they have access to clean water, to warm housing and many other luxuries the rest of the world can’t enjoy.

But strip those humans off their well adjusted comfort and put them in the desert and you will soon witness the true human condition.

We may experience kindness of heart due to our emotions, or due to knowledge (although I would never prefer the first to the later), but it is only the manipulation of our primal instinct to survive that allows for true courage and honesty. Once our very existence feels threatened, our principles and morals shift to a different state.

So what?

Should this truth close our eyes to decency? Should it ignore all the prosperity our race has achieved since Heinlein wrote his words?

Of course not, humans are extremely adaptable, products of society such as our morals are easily accepted, women and children saved by the sacrifice of males, stealing condemned, killing punished, and bravery cherished.

Yet, empathy seems to have little reach when the suffering is on another continent. Heinlein says that for every criminal we have 10,000 decent people, but how come that today, we have only a small percentage living in conditions that allow for such gallant ideology?

I find that there are many good reasons for a man to live a decent life, you can choose from a specter of different arguments, all great foundations for a meaningful existence.

Democracy is not a lie, not everywhere that is.

Was it not the majority that picked the men who led the wars of the 20th century? Was it not the majority that voted for the world it is today? So what is wrong with that decent majority?

Is it corrupted by media? Yes. Is it manipulated through political campaigns? Yes. Is the majority a poor victim of greater minds? Yes.

Can it defend itself?

Yes.

If the winds of society ever change their course to a new revolution, it can happen in the west, because the west has the resources, the information and the manpower to change this world.

With unlimited information flow provided by the internet, every human being, no matter its ignorance, can build, in his mind, a statue of virtue that will guide his life, and the life of his loved ones to a state that benefits every human being.

In this regard, Heinlein was so very right.

I too believe in the decency of every man, an idea as farfetched as colonizing our galaxy. Belief in itself won’t do the trick, however, there is something that can.

It is not so long ago that Haiti was struck by a malevolent earthquake, raising homes, and destroying thousands of lives.

Billions knew this happened through mainstream media, millions used the internet to see videos and pictures of it happening, and thousands helped.

Had it happened a hundred years ago, not many mouths would convey their empathy in any sort of way. Today, we can see the suffering with our own eyes thanks to technology.

Truly, empathy doesn’t have a great reach, but technology is here to change this.

The same technology that allows us to sympathize with a human being across the ocean can help us understand the world we live in today. All knowledge points to one single direction-the preservation of every human being and the need to put society’s wellbeing ahead of your own.

Plain words won’t change much.

Heinlein says that we always make it by the skin of our teeth, however, there is nothing in this universe that can tell us with certainty that we will avoid our own demise.

We need to stop blaming the ignorance of masses for the shortcomings of our race. Every human being has a duty and responsibility to enrich his own life with knowledge if it presents itself to him.

I can perhaps rely on the goodness of my neighbors, but can the man across the border of our country do the same?

Only if my neighbor accepts him as his equal.

Humans can have no sympathy for ignorance because the universe has no sympathy for human stupidity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

30.12.2012.

re

e kurac brate, dani, čovječnost i sve.
Ne znam šta da kažem jer mi nedostaje bijesa.
Zato što je samo umor ostao.
Samo umor i ništa više.
Lažem.
Jer bih volio da je samo umor ostao, ostalo je tona neodgovorenih pitanja vlastite osobnosti.
Tko sam kad sam sve što moje misli mrze?
Dvoboj djela i želje, koji vrag?
Zar je tako?
Volim i imam ideju budućnosti, čistu, idejnu, beksrajnu.
U nekoj šumi, punoj bambusa, u kući sa bazenom i novcem.
Sve to mogu ostvarit ako se potrudim, ali nemam radi koga.
Kad mi je sve svejedno, jer je sve radi mene a ja, ja sam svejedan, nebitan bez drugih ljudi.
Malo ljudi, malo savršenih ljudi koje snivam i koje želim, da mi ih je da im dam sve.
Smiješan i prazan.
ne mogu dozvolit sebi da budem žrtva svojih ljudskih strasti. Potrebe i požude, želje i neželje.
Moram se uzdić iznad toga ali je teško.
Tako je jebeno teško biti čovjek.
Tako je jebeno teško realizirati sve istine kojima se klanjam.
Hrabrosti, istini, časti i svim tim idejama što lebde iznad ljudskih glava.
nego se napijemo, ne zato što nas guta stvarnost svojim jadnim potrebama, nego zato što istini želimo pobijeći na bar još jednu noć.
Kako sam jadan brate, baš sam jadan

25.12.2012.

aer

Puca me neko pedersko raspoloženje. Što je bolje nego da me puca peder, ili da ja pucam pedera, ili recimo da spavam sa magarcem, što onda ne bi bilo spavanje nego groteskni seks, slava imenu njegovom.
Bože, što se rodi na ovaj crni dan, jesam se sinoć napio. I evo odlučio sam da neću više. Posvetiti ću svoj život nauci i napretku, razmnožavanju i kultiviranju potomaka a možda i neću.
Savjest me peće za riječi što se izrekoše sinoć u kafani sivoj. Al' znam srat kad se napijem. Baš sam taj tip osobe. "E de da ti ja kažem kako se šta radi u životu zato što sam pijan i pametan".
Fuj što me treba ranit.
Zato se sada stvari mijenjaju, čim me mamurluk prođe zarit ću oči u knjige a...

ma daj

Još nešto (ovdje humor prestaje i moje životne lekcije počinju tako da...), Napokon sam dogurao do trenutka kad mi se određeni ljudi za kojima slinim počinju gaditi. To je tako krasna faza kad se dočeka.
Nema boljeg osjećaja od realizacije da se vaša ospesija rastapa u djelima čovjeka kome je bila upućena. Ljudska bića su zaista fantastična, nema savršenstva i fala jebenom bogu na tome. Kad bi se samo jedna savršena osoba našla, ostalih 7 milijardi bi ratovalo za nju.

Neka smo govna i gnjide, bez jaja i morala, neka nas struje emocija bacaju iz jedne sramote u drugu, jer da nismo morali bi se voljeti i umirati jedno za drugo. Možda penjati na neku planinu, ubiijat neke zmajeve, spaljivat kakva sela...Ovako ne moramo ništa od toga, ovako odlijepimo na nekog i idealiziramo ga neko vrijeme, al kad tad objektivnost udari u glavu i shvatimo da je ta osoba obično homo sapiens govno ko i svaka druga.

Još kad ja ovo sve ne bih pisao da sam sebe uvjerim u nešto...

Kako god, negdje sam pročitao zanimljivu opasku o tome kako smo mi samo vodik koji pokušava shvatit odakle je došao i zašto je tu, te kako strpat ruku u gaće drugom vodiku, što je ujedno isti vodik, dakle strpat sam sebi ruku u gaće.

Gradeci na tome, mi imamo sve jer smo dio svega, svaka osobu s kojom smo ikad htjeli spavat je zapravo dio nas, i na neki je način svaki spolni odnos masturbacija.

Eh kad bi ja mogao hodat ovom zemljom pretvarajući ovakve ideje u istinu.


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