I thought about the terrible uselessness of suffering. Love leaves behind its creation - the next generation coming into the world, the continuation of humanity. But suffering? Such a great part of human experience, the most difficult and painful, passes leaving no trace. If one were to collect the energy of suffering emitted by the millions of people here and transform it into the power of creation, one could turn out planet into a flowering garden.
But what has remained?
Rusty carcasses of ships, rotting watchtowers, deep holes from which some kind of ore was once extracted. A dismal, lifeless emptiness. Not a soul anywhere, for the exhausted columns have already passed and vanished into the cold eternal fog.
-Ryszard Kapuscinski in Imperium speaking about the camps at Kolyma
Egg Fast Log Sept 2017...
8 years ago

1 comment:
I think what they mean, in less words, is "make love, not war"?
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