Cowardice governs the earth. Cowards send the morally courageous and the physically brave to hack at each other, to cut throats and end lives. To give up their own.
Cowards cut deals and write laws to cover the evil that they do. They move numbers or push buttons. They use others as extensions and instruments of their own lives, keeping their flesh as far from death as possible. They consume others. They live at a distance.
The nobility of flesh, or mind, that resides in those who own their fears, who can stand their ground and shit their pants with fear, can defend something or someone worth safeguarding despite the terror, because of it - this does not belong to the ruling castes, classes and clans of the world.
Look for the powerful, and you will find a mass of cowards, huddling in their buffered zones, trading stolen lives and loot for their own sordid safety. Justifying it, selling it - because cowards need the myths by which they pretend their nobility. An ersatz life, for all its benefits.
Cowards rule. Cowards need power.
One day, we might really understand the truth of this.
Feel it deep, in marrow and bone.
Feel it in our own flesh.
And have ourselves a reckoning...
"...it's not the training to be mean but the training to be kind that is used to keep us leashed best." ~ Black Dog Red
"In case you haven't recognized the trend: it proceeds action, dissent, speech." ~ davidly, on how wars get done
"...What sort of meager, unerotic existence must a man live to find himself moved to such ecstatic heights by the mundane sniping of a congressional budget fight. The fate of human existence does not hang in the balance. The gods are not arrayed on either side. Poseiden, earth-shaker, has regrettably set his sights on the poor fishermen of northern Japan and not on Washington, D.C. where his ire might do some good--I can think of no better spot for a little wetland reclamation project, if you know what I mean. The fight is neither revolution nor apocalypse; it is hardly even a fight. A lot of apparatchiks are moving a lot of phony numbers with more zeros than a century of soccer scores around, weaving a brittle chrysalis around a gross worm that, some time hence, will emerge, untransformed, still a worm." ~ IOZ
"In case you haven't recognized the trend: it proceeds action, dissent, speech." ~ davidly, on how wars get done
"...What sort of meager, unerotic existence must a man live to find himself moved to such ecstatic heights by the mundane sniping of a congressional budget fight. The fate of human existence does not hang in the balance. The gods are not arrayed on either side. Poseiden, earth-shaker, has regrettably set his sights on the poor fishermen of northern Japan and not on Washington, D.C. where his ire might do some good--I can think of no better spot for a little wetland reclamation project, if you know what I mean. The fight is neither revolution nor apocalypse; it is hardly even a fight. A lot of apparatchiks are moving a lot of phony numbers with more zeros than a century of soccer scores around, weaving a brittle chrysalis around a gross worm that, some time hence, will emerge, untransformed, still a worm." ~ IOZ
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Hemp. Lampposts. Pitchforks.
They trade in fear, it's the one commodity they have which keeps Joe Schmo from sussing out what they really do.
They assume everyone is as shitty as they are and plan and act accordingly. Those who aren't as shitty as they are *they* deem cowards.
Sometimes I wish the 50 headed monsters and Titans of Greek myth I loved so much as a kid were real. A 50 headed monster running around sure would clear all the pretentiously arrogant noxious wind that spews from the mouth's of the empty suits calling themselves world "leaders" today. And it would be hell of entertaining as well.
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