Life is Shit
Recently, I went on a scientific archaeological dig in Botswana. I lived, luxuriously in a canvas tent, swathed in mosquito netting and doted upon by a hunky reasearch assistant who was rendered untouchable by an old television plot device. ( Let me tell you, when I got him out of those thick round glasses, his beauty was blinding. all puns intended) Whilst I was engaged in my research, I made two very important disoveries:
A) Ancient cursed temples in the deep recesses of the jungle do not make very good locations for trysts and...
B) The world is shit
For you see, as I lay in the arms of my nubile young lover one night, I heard the roar of an engine cut through the silence of the night air. I rushed to the doorflap of the tent leaving my spent beau entangled in sweat soaked sheets and looked out at a scene of chaos in the village in the valley below our campsite. In the night, rebel fighters had attacked the camp. They had forced their way into every home, raping women and girls and kidnapping children who were old enough to train as soldiers. They killed and burned as they ravaged the frantic hamlet. I dared not enter the fray for fear that I, too, would be cut down. I was shocked and frightened. I had no idea that the violence I had just witnessed was a common occurance in many places in Africa. My head was an empty room full of echoes as I tried to comprehend the magnitude of my own ignorance and the apathy of an entire generation. How could the world be so ignorant? How could the richest country in the world go to war on the premise of stopping terrorism and freeing oppressed people when such a travesty of justice was occuring on such a large scale somewhere else in the world? How could religious groups concern themselves with converting "heathens" to their way of thinking when all around the newly converted find their way to the afterlife and leave their families to wonder what kind of God could allow such suffering? Why does the world have to be so full of pain? I wish I could answer these questions. I wish I could begin to comprehend these questions. I wish that I could hug every child who will never know their parents, every young girl who will die of AIDS because men believe sex with a virgin will cure their disease, every person who belives hurting other people can bring a positive end to conflict.
That night, I made the most important discovery in the history of scientific research. That night, I discovered that the world is a terrible place, that people cannot be trusted and that love, no matter how strong, is innefectual against hate. I learned that no amount of knowledge can place a person or country above reproach. The world is shit. What's the use of trying to change it? Nothing will ever change.
A) Ancient cursed temples in the deep recesses of the jungle do not make very good locations for trysts and...
B) The world is shit
For you see, as I lay in the arms of my nubile young lover one night, I heard the roar of an engine cut through the silence of the night air. I rushed to the doorflap of the tent leaving my spent beau entangled in sweat soaked sheets and looked out at a scene of chaos in the village in the valley below our campsite. In the night, rebel fighters had attacked the camp. They had forced their way into every home, raping women and girls and kidnapping children who were old enough to train as soldiers. They killed and burned as they ravaged the frantic hamlet. I dared not enter the fray for fear that I, too, would be cut down. I was shocked and frightened. I had no idea that the violence I had just witnessed was a common occurance in many places in Africa. My head was an empty room full of echoes as I tried to comprehend the magnitude of my own ignorance and the apathy of an entire generation. How could the world be so ignorant? How could the richest country in the world go to war on the premise of stopping terrorism and freeing oppressed people when such a travesty of justice was occuring on such a large scale somewhere else in the world? How could religious groups concern themselves with converting "heathens" to their way of thinking when all around the newly converted find their way to the afterlife and leave their families to wonder what kind of God could allow such suffering? Why does the world have to be so full of pain? I wish I could answer these questions. I wish I could begin to comprehend these questions. I wish that I could hug every child who will never know their parents, every young girl who will die of AIDS because men believe sex with a virgin will cure their disease, every person who belives hurting other people can bring a positive end to conflict.
That night, I made the most important discovery in the history of scientific research. That night, I discovered that the world is a terrible place, that people cannot be trusted and that love, no matter how strong, is innefectual against hate. I learned that no amount of knowledge can place a person or country above reproach. The world is shit. What's the use of trying to change it? Nothing will ever change.