Thursday, 29 May 2014
SUGAR COATED WAR OF TODAY.
Would you kill another living being in the name of war. Why should a person, a perfect image of God, die in the name of religion. Wipe off a nation with starvation or a single bomb and measure it next to salvation? Damn is about time the devil repents.
Man has no right to kill another man. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
With the affairs of active human beings it is different. Here knowledge of truth alone does not suffice; on the contrary this knowledge must continually be renewed by ceaseless effort, if it is not to be lost. It resembles a statue of marble which stands in the desert and is continuously threatened with burial by the shifting sands. The hands of life must ever be at work in order that the marble column continue everlastingly to shine in the sun. To those serving hands mine also belong.
Lets remember that suicide, as well as happiness can become a feeling.
Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocre minds. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence.
War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.
How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose we know not, though sometimes sense it. But we know from daily life that we exist for other people first of all for whose smiles and well-being our own happiness depends.
Join the Army! Travel to exotic, distant lands. Meet exciting, unusual people, and kill them. That's no bravery, it's sadness.