perspective
I'm struck by certain instances where humans had to face the grim reality of an inevitable instantaneous death, like the german tourist I remember while traveling to the far tip of the indonesian archipelago, the remote island of Komodo, where lives the infamous Komodo Dragon found only on this tiny island.
Haplessly the german felt he was in control of his world and certainly no Komodo dragon was any match for his sublime control of himself and the world around him. I often wonder what was going through his mind, the horror he must have felt as a swarm of dragons emerged from the thick jungle and began to tear huge chunks of his flesh from him, in a frenzy that surely lasted no more than thirty seconds, until his remains were entirely consumed.
Surely there was the moment of horror and realization and also the denial, this is not happening to me, this must be just a bad nightmare.
Much is the same regarding the world's trade center "jumpers" or the many wedding parties in Afghanistan that seem to be the favorite target of US cruise missiles.
These are the people who have seen terror first hand, who have had their flesh torn from their skeletons and been consumed by the grim reality of instantaneous death.
A far cry from these williamsburg sceansters whose deepest dilemma is the disappointment that the organic avocado that they dumpster dove for that afternoon was a bit too bruised for salvation.
Haplessly the german felt he was in control of his world and certainly no Komodo dragon was any match for his sublime control of himself and the world around him. I often wonder what was going through his mind, the horror he must have felt as a swarm of dragons emerged from the thick jungle and began to tear huge chunks of his flesh from him, in a frenzy that surely lasted no more than thirty seconds, until his remains were entirely consumed.
Surely there was the moment of horror and realization and also the denial, this is not happening to me, this must be just a bad nightmare.
Much is the same regarding the world's trade center "jumpers" or the many wedding parties in Afghanistan that seem to be the favorite target of US cruise missiles.
These are the people who have seen terror first hand, who have had their flesh torn from their skeletons and been consumed by the grim reality of instantaneous death.
A far cry from these williamsburg sceansters whose deepest dilemma is the disappointment that the organic avocado that they dumpster dove for that afternoon was a bit too bruised for salvation.