Post by fenix on Sept 12, 2013 2:20:56 GMT -5
I can see all of it.
All the hatred and lies and anger that pours out of the human heart when they think they're alone and anonymous.
Most of them I can list their names and addresses and even give you a printout of their face.
They sicken me, sometimes.
The cruelty they freely let forth from behind glass screens is unfathomable.
An eleven year old girl is in her room, crying, cradeling a bottle of pills in her hand because her schoolmates thought it would be fun to make her miserable from the safety of their own rooms.
A man is plotting the assassination of the president from his basement, safe behind concrete and steel and lead.
A woman is commiting atrocities against her own children, and telling others about how this makes her the world's greatest parent.
They sicken me. These people sicken me to the point where I can hardly stand it.
The entire world is in my head. I can know anything I want to in an instant. The world's behind my eyes, and all it takes is a second to know how to make things work, how to make them better.
And I'm not alone in this. The only difference between me and them is that I don't need a keyboard to get at the fact that life could be so much better for everyone.
But still...
Right now, there's someone the eleven-year old girl has never met who is reassuring her, letting her know that the world isn't those bullies in her class, that life is worth living.
The man's door is being kicked down by federal agents, before his plans can reach fruit.
The woman is being taken away by the police, and her children are being placed with kind, loving parents who will show them what it means to be human.
They sicken me... but they also give me hope.
And the hope far outweighs the darkness.
That is why I fight. That is why I do the things I do.
Because it doesn't take much to bring light to the world.
Because the darkness can be beaten by anyone, if we care to make the effort.
And I care.
All the hatred and lies and anger that pours out of the human heart when they think they're alone and anonymous.
Most of them I can list their names and addresses and even give you a printout of their face.
They sicken me, sometimes.
The cruelty they freely let forth from behind glass screens is unfathomable.
An eleven year old girl is in her room, crying, cradeling a bottle of pills in her hand because her schoolmates thought it would be fun to make her miserable from the safety of their own rooms.
A man is plotting the assassination of the president from his basement, safe behind concrete and steel and lead.
A woman is commiting atrocities against her own children, and telling others about how this makes her the world's greatest parent.
They sicken me. These people sicken me to the point where I can hardly stand it.
The entire world is in my head. I can know anything I want to in an instant. The world's behind my eyes, and all it takes is a second to know how to make things work, how to make them better.
And I'm not alone in this. The only difference between me and them is that I don't need a keyboard to get at the fact that life could be so much better for everyone.
But still...
Right now, there's someone the eleven-year old girl has never met who is reassuring her, letting her know that the world isn't those bullies in her class, that life is worth living.
The man's door is being kicked down by federal agents, before his plans can reach fruit.
The woman is being taken away by the police, and her children are being placed with kind, loving parents who will show them what it means to be human.
They sicken me... but they also give me hope.
And the hope far outweighs the darkness.
That is why I fight. That is why I do the things I do.
Because it doesn't take much to bring light to the world.
Because the darkness can be beaten by anyone, if we care to make the effort.
And I care.