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Change happens in authentic connection.
We stepped from the brutality of one arena to another. The visceral beauty of a deep authentic connection denied within, sought after in a fantasy on display.
Where does violence’s attraction come from? We might deny the thought. Or even struggle to accept the observation but in one of the most twisted forms of psychological traits we have, it is hard not to witness or recognize that in visceral abuse and tension, there is a certain level of excitement and in some cases even an appeal.
Why is that? What is sought in that gruesome reality that should offend the mind and be struck down from the qualities of humanity yet seems pervasive regardless?
It is scary to even tease it out. So I won’t instead I will let it speak for itself.
Violence speaks:
Raw and unrelentless I carry the truth struck from the edge of a knife dripping in the sacrificial blood of the next sacred mission I serve. I change the fate of the many cheering with a distilled honest nectar that sates the dreams of those whose will I embody. I relinquish all and in that call, I stand true.
Hidden within that unforsaken endeavor peeks through a twisted safe harbor of sorts that resembles a vulnerable authenticity. Does it not? How could that be?
A lion gnaws through the neck of a fawn. A crow plucks a rat from a field. And we share that authenticity of a gruesome fate on display in violence.
Beneath it all, somehow authenticity remains a common denominator in what could be what we deny ourselves and are so scared to be exposed to but by some measure of masquerading we accept it.
In the movies and fantasy stories we are told, we allow ourselves to enjoy it even. And when that becomes a reality in the visage of a horrible distraction mirroring those fictional places we accept that which shouldn’t be.
The art of framing the truth in a packaging that the mind accepts while disguising the gore and keeping the strong echo of authenticity comes into play. The connection is established.
A cocktail of drugs carefully blended putting a trance on the masses and leaving us in the wilderness of the animal kingdom devoid of humanity, we embrace the violence.
For there is no escaping the either-or scenario, them or us, when the premise of the model sits on the differentiation. Pushed into a corner we give birth to the most dangerous things we could imagine.
When our world becomes smaller, retracted, and compressed we leave room for no good to come out. The prison shrinks and with it all hope dwindles on the echoes of a twisted authenticity that lives in fantasy rather than reality.
The fate of the violence disappears in the rawness of being in connection and not distracted by the segmentation we hide behind. Change happens either way yet in one we flourish and the other we perish.
The sway of the leaves keeps us mesmerized and as the wind grows stronger the sun sets on a society distracted by the insecurities it harbors within amused by the breeze, calling itself enlightened.
Until next time,
Carlo