Monday, September 24, 2007
In a Nutshell
YOU. Let's hear it for the babies. Sometimes their crayon work really does turn up a gem. Here's a cubic zirconium identified via Drudge:
Protesters also assembled at Columbia. Dozens stood near the lecture hall where Ahmadinejad was scheduled to speak, linking arms and singing traditional Jewish folk songs about peace and brotherhood, while nearby a two-person band played "You Are My Sunshine."
Signs in the crowd displayed a range of messages, including one that read "We refuse to choose between Islamic fundamentalism and American imperialism."
Gosh. It seems like a perfect bumper sticker for a Honda hybrid. But it's actually the grain of sand that begins an avalanche of questions on which our lives and future depend:
Do you, in fact, know how to choose? Between any alternatives. If you don't, you're not conscious and not really alive at all.
If you know how but really do refuse to choose, does that mean you think no choice will be made at all? That no one will ultimately choose for you?
Do you think the alternatives fail to differ? That Sharia Law is somehow identical with the state of American imperialism that compels you to do whatever you want, whenever you want to do it, however you want to do it, wherever you want to do it, via cellphone, laptop, MySpace, YouTube, and Moveon.org, and miscellaneous party drugs until your gonads fall out from sheer exhaustion or your brain suddenly farts into a coma?
Do you believe that any differences which do exist are immaterial to your advanced spirituality? That you are equally comfortable with a tube top or a burkha, a BMW convertible or a donkey, electricity or lamps fueled by camel urine, a divorce attorney or a public stoning, a rave or a sudden disembowelment by suicide bomber, a promiscuous Spring Break from college or lifelong imprisonment until your brother strangles you for catching and returning the gaze of his friend?
Are you so enervated and purposeless that you don't care if you live or die under any circumstances?
Have you somehow assimilated the lesson of the self-hating geniuses who superintended your education so thoroughly that you would find more meaning in dying a painful, pointless death at the hands of passionate enemies than you would in existing for even one more day in a world where you face the responsibility of discovering your own reason for living?
Or do you somehow imagine that you, being you, really are immune from all consequences, good or ill, through the perfect virtue of being you? I guess that's what John Lennon thought. How well did it work for him? Then again, he wasn't you, and you are special. Right?
If your answer to any of these questions is yes, then move to Saudi Arabia now. Start the dying process you desire before any worthwhile life is wasted defending yours. Throwing value after trash is not sacrifice, but waste. There is nothing about you that is worth sacrifice.