posted on Dec, 23 2009 @ 12:43 PM
I know I am going to get slaughtered. Ready for attacks and people making fun or telling me I am wrong but I will feel better to get this off my
chest...
I cry all the time. I look at a tree and cry, a bird and cry. "Soon, you too will be gone. But for these foolish men, and if it were up to me...you
would always live, grow strong and fly"
Do you know why Do-Do birds are extinct? Because they were friendly, sociable animals and walked right up to the men that slaughtered them, down to
the very last one. Like the great apes. Like the rain forest.
And the men trod on like programmed machines, killing, warring, and tearing it all down as if each great thing is a conquest to be beaten back in
order to show their power over it and their awesome strength. That's great. You are tough. We get it.
There is a sad embarrassing element of truth to the redneck saying...if you can't shoot it or screw it - paint it. This is exactly what we do.
Women comfort the rejected, mend the injured and bear more young to be sent to war to die, then they cry for the dead and bear more young to be sent
to war to die.
Sensitivity and empathy need cultivation. Teaching our sons to be hard, tough fearless and never cry.... is shooting ourselves in the foot.
You end up with men who are hard, tough, fearless and never cry...with lots of dead, dying and injured creatures all around them.
I hate what has been done to this planet and our world, and I live in a state of perpetual sadness for what might have been.
I don't blame male of our species entirely of course, but let us give credit where credit is due.
Fortunately, this paradigm is shifting.
[edit on 23-12-2009 by rusethorcain]