A thin red, nonexistent line
Two posts in a row...watch out, I'm back!
"There's a fine line between love and hate." "All's fair in love and war." Early in life we learn to associate many things we encounter by categorizing them. We break things into black and white only to learn further down the road that life is much greyer than we thought. The moments of lost innocence...
It is funny how we feel the need to see things along a spectrum, how our very understanding of the world around his hinders on positive and negative...right and wrong. It's with an understanding that not all things are exactly opposite that we can break out of our naive perceptions. We label this black and that white, not out of understanding of what black or white is, but out of necessity...the necessity of the imagined truth. Knowing, even thinking we know, is much better than the uncertainty of not.
To shorten a very lengthy philosophical debate...we perceive that love and hate are opposite. We see the results of both and thus have no doubt. But what of apathy? What of the complete lack of caring, even the lack of thought in the extreme cases?
Who the hell should care? Why is this even worth talking about? It's much better to fight something you understand, is it not? We understand hate to varying degrees because it is an outward expression...an agressive emotion and thus giving us more opportunity to experience it. But while hate destroys fomr the outside, apathy destroys from within.
Hardly any of us can truly claim to understand the grey areas of ourselves let alone the dark recesses of our souls. How then can we understand something that strikes out from those very places...something that drags our dreams, our ambitions, even our will to hells far worse than imagination can conjur. Hate then seems a very trivial thing...
We gain power by understanding ourselves and by coming to terms with who we are and what purpose we may serve. Then can we only defend against the lethargy of apathy. But to not be overconfident or simplistic...understanding only allows us a choice. Through choice we have hope. Because of our understanding...our grasp on our humanity we gain what was given to us...free will. But that, my friends, is a completely different discussion.
Feenix
posted by Feenix at
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
2 Comments:
Rarely are things as simple as black and white. It's all really complicated shades of grey.
Hate begets hate. Apathy is like being dead.
What will solve these problems? You might laugh but I think it's Love.
No laughing here. I think you're right. The problem with Love is that it's become perversed to the point where it's a selfish, over-indulgent thing that serves little purpose than to gratify the one who seeks it. Then again...is that really Love? Age old questions are in that argument. Something I guess my next post can be about :)
I equate all this to the loss of innocence. Hardly anyone has a childhood anymore and with that loss we all try to search for it more earnestly later on. It gets a lot more complicated than that but there are a lot of people out there that don't 'learn' what love is because of that.
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