Lynch me up, Scotty
I should be feeling pretty pleased right about now. Justified, maybe the correct term. After all, I believe strongly in Karma. In the end, we all get what we truly deserve. To see one who had given you pain villified and brought low should give you a sense of satisfaction, shouldn't it? Or is that spite? Whatever it is, it creates a cold, empty pit in my stomach. It makes me feel sick, actually. We all make mistakes, and we all must live with them. How many of us intended right, but did wrong at one time or another? How many of us have villified someone for doing something we may have inadvertantly paralleled? How many of us can truly cast that first stone, without it shattering the glass of our reverie?
It's one thing to be hurt, to fume, to rage to vent or to lash out. Nature's instinct to pain and confusion. It's entirely another to take up arms and lead the reverse charge. Can anyone truly be so sure of what lies within the heart of another so as to justify a universal condemnation? Can we even really ever be sure enough of what lies within our own?
I can't.
In other news, James Doohan died, he was great.
It's one thing to be hurt, to fume, to rage to vent or to lash out. Nature's instinct to pain and confusion. It's entirely another to take up arms and lead the reverse charge. Can anyone truly be so sure of what lies within the heart of another so as to justify a universal condemnation? Can we even really ever be sure enough of what lies within our own?
I can't.
In other news, James Doohan died, he was great.