While the fool only dreams of finding peace in leaving this world, the wise finds peace while living in it.
How the faithful forget themselves, what right do they have to possess the blindfold of ignorance in this life? Bowing to his holy books, he surrender his being to the knowledge within the calligraphy, those same eyes finding truth among scratches upon a page, yet not seeing the same within the humanity that surrounds him?
If our forefathers gave us something to proud of, it was so their sons shall hold their heads high not to make another man’s son lower his head in shame, in doing so they desecrate themselves and their forefathers.
We live in the age of information, an era that will not see its conflicts play out on battlefields, but rather waged within the minds of humanity. The clash of not civilizations but of ideologies. As in times past humanity armed itself with swords to dispatch tyranny, humanity once again will have to arm itself, not with blades but with the truth. When dispelling falsehoods while swords cut, the truth cuts deeper.
Politics is like a child and humanity its parent. When it is shown far too little attention and far too much neglect, like a child its nature can only grow more wild and reckless till its a becomes a threat to itself and its creator.
In studying history one gains the ability to live many lives while only having to die once.
Life it seems, at least in my understanding is not too different from the timeouts from my youth. Funny how the passing of those minutes in that corner felt like years, yet life is also measured in years. It is not something that is particularly enjoyed, just endured for the time being, like timeouts eventually it to shall come to pass.
To loathe solitude is the product of a inadequate mind, to capable of only having thoughts whose company are not worth savoring.