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I think it's what would be known as a psychological disease for a human to have the desire to terminate another human's life. Though, it happens all the time, people killing other people. Love, hate, indifference, these are all feelings that can drive one over the edge.
In this sense, I sympathize with Xana. There is so much in the world that is horrible. People die all the time for unjust reasons... Children, women, men, everyone. Those who die, we cry for, and those who kill, we hate. Yet we are killers in ourselves. Everyone wishes someone would die at some point in their life, I think. Sometimes, people even wish themselves dead. And sometimes, they make it happen.
I have heard of such things before. Suicide, self-termination... call it what you will. I've never understood it before. Perhaps because I was not programmed to feel angry or sad (and sadness, I believe, is really just anger that a person turns on themselves) and therefore I never wished to die. Of course, if it were a choice between me living and millions of innocents in the real world meeting a gruesome end, I'd trade my life for their's, hands down. But in living each day wishing I could draw a breath of real air, feel the rain fall on my face whenever I want, like so many were lucky enough to be born with these pleasures, the thought that one would want to end all of that seemed so strange... if not downright selfish.
I have seen the violence and the lies the world is overcome by. I have seen tears... even felt them myself. I have witnessed grief and anger, yes.
I am truly sorry, Odd, that your mother was one of those killed by terrorists in London. I cannot claim to understand myself what it must be like to be in your position... but I can imagine it. And I'd cry if I could.
In this sense, I sympathize with Xana. There is so much in the world that is horrible. People die all the time for unjust reasons... Children, women, men, everyone. Those who die, we cry for, and those who kill, we hate. Yet we are killers in ourselves. Everyone wishes someone would die at some point in their life, I think. Sometimes, people even wish themselves dead. And sometimes, they make it happen.
I have heard of such things before. Suicide, self-termination... call it what you will. I've never understood it before. Perhaps because I was not programmed to feel angry or sad (and sadness, I believe, is really just anger that a person turns on themselves) and therefore I never wished to die. Of course, if it were a choice between me living and millions of innocents in the real world meeting a gruesome end, I'd trade my life for their's, hands down. But in living each day wishing I could draw a breath of real air, feel the rain fall on my face whenever I want, like so many were lucky enough to be born with these pleasures, the thought that one would want to end all of that seemed so strange... if not downright selfish.
I have seen the violence and the lies the world is overcome by. I have seen tears... even felt them myself. I have witnessed grief and anger, yes.
I am truly sorry, Odd, that your mother was one of those killed by terrorists in London. I cannot claim to understand myself what it must be like to be in your position... but I can imagine it. And I'd cry if I could.