https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWF2JBb1bvM

Why does it have to be that this MUST be the exception and not the rule. Why does there always have to be a strong-man; a man or group of men who wield the power to move otherwise good men and compel them to kill, to hurt? They don't know why, they have no reason to hate, no reason to die. But the propaganda machine and state apparatus of power care not for what could be or for what happiness may be enjoyed or what peace may be kindled. Power knows no peace, but the silence after the battle; the precious silence only to be shattered by its hunger that can never truly be slaked.

There could be good in the world, were it not for human nature. Our human, our domitable spirit. If only we were not so feeble as to let those strong men move us one string at a time, square by square, we never even fight back. They twist and crank the malleable key at our backs with religion and dogma until they need not manipulate the ever-present strings at all. Toy soldiers move all on their own.

I wish so desperately that humanity were always like these men, and could, for more than just a moment, fracture the bonds of servitude, ideology and politics; resist the manipulation of unnatural and hungry men. If only with one another we could be simply in harmony.

But is humanity worth anything at all? How can good will towards all men be anything more than a romantic fantasy. We are all no more than flesh and bone, our lives devoid of meaning or value in the wide universe; a person equal to a tree. The world cares not for the wailing of one man or the collective suffering of all men. The cold earth is indifferent. The afterlife is a bedtime story and the arbiter of truth and justice either deserted us or never was in the first place. I wish it all weren’t true. But it is.

None the less, it is bitter to say that this must be the exception and not the rule. Chocolate makes us fat. We eat it until we hate ourselves and are forced to make a change through pain and sweat. Happiness and good will are fleeting, all that is for certain, is power and the strong men who play chess.