A Bloody Fuss About It
May. 16th | Posted by ARTSHARKS
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“AIM FOR YOUR GOAL” by Benjiman McNamara
–A black day has dawned. It is a dreadful era to be alive.
–That’s what you’ve been saying every day for the past ten seasons, he replied numbly. But I never believed you till today. Why? Why? I don’t understand. They came out of nowhere! No one expected they would reach so far. This was a civilized country.
–There’s a reason for everything.
–Have our people erred so greatly to deserve such an ordeal?
–I am not old enough to tell you from experience… but neither am I young enough to know everything. A man’s opinions, like a child’s, should not be taken too seriously. I suppose Death doesn’t care one way or another. It takes first, and questions later. Our people have erred, in more times and ways than one, but haven‘t the rest of mankind? I think it folly to blame bad luck on ill coincidence. Why do bad things happen? You might as well wonder why the rain falls from the sky and doesn’t sprout up from the ground, or why the tiger gorges on the antelope instead of nibbling the grass. Why do ants carry food in their mouths, why do butterflies choose only the sweetest flowers? Because, I suppose, they can.
–We suffer too much. Excessively.
She closed her eyes, but the bleak horizon’s bomb show was still playing when she opened them again. –It is not we who suffer more or less, it is just we who make it so dramatic. The animals we gorge ourselves upon have not families? How many are killed and eaten by us every year? Whole tribes of chickens are exterminated in a day in this town! Have you ever thought about that? Of course not. You eat them to survive, that’s the difference; their death does not readily affect you in any negative way, so why should you care? In the same way, devils pursue the humans.
–There must be a difference.
–And there is. You eat to live, child. Darkness kills for blood lust, for pleasure. Call it war, slaughter, carnage. And most humans, finding that inhumane, make a huge bloody fuss about it.
–Well, shouldn’t we?
–Don’t weep. It is too late for that. Of course we should. Forever a controversial subject. Of course we should.
“Angreek87″







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