What a priceless resource nature has endowed
us with, an organ of high intelligence capable
of reasoning, of divining reality from fantasy
an instrument of rationality, unless neglected
and housed in a body disinterested in the higher
function of human capability preferring to use
the brain creatively, inventing their own reality
vastly prioritizing and preferring an unexamined
belief, enshrining it as a proud cultural artefact
for the ages and honouring it from generation to
generation, fuelling suspicion, grievance and hate.
In their best of all possible worlds that simmering
hatred accounts for all the wrongs they encounter in
life, their personal tragedies, all ascribed to the malign
presence of a clan and a religion not their own which
conspires toward their downfall, and they thirst for
revenge to assuage their permanent state of victimhood
snarling with the rage of unfulfilled destiny. Not their
fault that providence ignores their plight and so the
solution is to keep the embers of hate aflame in
psychotic encounters of deadly violence, butchering
one after another of the transgressors in an endless
cycle of fanatical detachment from reality; an idle brain.
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