I faced a sad situation when, in the school’s lockerroom, someone had pulled out from my denim jacket my real treasure. My confidence fell to pieces after I found my tight-zipped pocket opened, my heart’s secret gone. When I realized I’d been robbed, I couldn’t cry and wanted only to scream. As a precious gift, it was a military decoration from my older brother, Philip. I carried it close to my heart. My brother served in the army in Afghanistan and died in real combat covering his sergeant. My mom had given it as a memory of my dear sibling. I was proud to keep it as a symbol of my brother’s heroism. The same day I had shown it to my classmates, I lost it. So, stealing such a prized thing from me was acute pain. But anyway, the men pounding this young man put me into a disturbing flurry. While I waited as a bystander, I was irritated by the next punch to that luckless boy. I didn’t know what to do. While he was receiving constant blows to the head, face, hands, legs, abdomen, and chest, I shuddered with every blow. I closed my eyes. No, I never felt like an attacker, but today everything was unusual. I wanted just to kick those men. But my muscles wouldn’t let me even make one step forward. Within a few minutes, the boy’s blood was everywhere, and I suffered from palsy as I watched. It was when I heard for the first time in my life the familiar phrase from the movie, “I will kill you!” I stood fixed on the spot and couldn’t say a word. Only later did I understand that event.
When the handful of justice blows subsided, I admitted the schoolboy wasn’t weeping anymore. Then, I saw his dirty tear-stained face turn to green in an instant. I found that a wild flare from his eyes became flashier but was silent. Now, he looked chagrined. I realized that he developed a dreadful disgust toward these men and this confrontation. I forgot how it ended, but over the years, one idea sealed in my head: that was impossible, whatever could he have done to deserve such a tough lesson? Do you know which sights get a preeminent audience? That is fighting to the last ditch. It was enough for onlookers to witness the bloody scraps. But they wished to see offenses only from aside, as it was still a mystery why the police didn’t arrive. They should prevent any brawl, per protocol, and later investigate the facts. They should verify how guilty the boy was, under court proceedings. But no viewers became a witness. In this situation, the smallest children became coincidental onlookers and had a bad psychological experience. Even for the older, matured kids, it was a gloomy episode.
Also, the hitch is, men adore fights for no reason. They call it a massage, exercise, or competition. The majority of men highlight these incidences and talk about them. I remember after the story finished, Frederic, who told this story, complained about the outcome. He also gave me a clue as to how long it lasted. I tried to keep it a secret, about the rough punishment of the boy, but a week later, I told my mom about it. As she related it to Dad, he got upset and reprimanded me in a strict manner. The point was, why I had been standing close and like an idiot didn’t even try to stop them. Dad didn’t call me a chicken but almost made me the guilty party. “If you bore a boy, act as a boy to become a man. Son, you are four and a half feet tall. How would you suit a man if you don't react? That is a shame on you. If tomorrow you get hit, how will you reply? Maybe those kids got anxious watching the boy’s blood, but you did nothing. Can you imagine how this discontents me?” Father finished annoyed.
Now, I hope you realize why I remember all the details of that event. The answer is like a large, dark puncture about a survival experience, and I believe such “spectacles of youth” never go away. Meanwhile, we could wonder if somebody affirms that it’s like getting involved in war. Wow! Doesn’t that entail perplexity? Yes, even the participants of bigger conflicts don’t like to talk about ruthless events, but when they describe these situations in public, it’s only meant for self-liberation of the ghastliest pictures. Maybe it’s a universal rule: if you can’t cut madness from memory, you believe in it until death. And the best treatment is telling all pain to a stranger. It would guarantee that no one could remind you about your hurt again. If massive proportions of war stuff accumulate in your mind, it could lead to mental illness. Isn’t it necessary to ask: are we carrying that inside ourselves forever? It looks like yes because answers accord our beliefs. So far, we conduct only polemics against any fight. And if a man commits a minor household offense or unprompted crime, it’s considered all right. But when such a man kills somebody, only then do we protest it as terrible.
But why is it we don’t speak about testosterone? We need to seek a mind booster. Why do we get a kick out of those knights’ jousting tournaments with high-momentum deaths? Why do we love stories about the battles of the Middle Ages where thousands of men wearing iron armor chopped each other apart? The same with executions. Historical research shows that medieval people hurried to see the fires of the inquisition. While their masters didn’t demand everyone for such procedures, the roasting of heretics gave large pleasure to spectators. Even those doomed apostates who deserved a curse, what mercy would they get to see how the bodies of the condemned arise by flame with bubbles? How modern people devoted to the fairness of the French Revolution’s triumph by guillotine for putting to death aristocrats and oppressors. What do you feel, my friend, when you perceive a film where the guillotine’s blade stikes the neck of a beautiful noblewoman or when a butcher tries to complete things to end her life? Let’s think these answers lie in our innate love to see violence. Even vicious historic events of the past, that too far from us, are being studied by movie producers. Our contemporary filmmakers are into directing action movies. When the great “creators” act as hidden sadists, they shoot a variety of outspoken episodes of bawling and the squall of a soldier caught in a mine explosion. Is that interesting to see a fellow's anguish when he’s still alive to see his own entrails spilled on the ground, riddled by a shell? What does that truth show us? Yes? And who’re fans of such art? Is that an “okay” addiction to keep seeing the anguish of others? Or don’t you perceive it as distress? Oh, it’s a reality and happens far from you as just images, nothing else. How bottomless is that contained in you? Is that your fate, to test fake pictures of total falseness? Besides, you have also compiled a list of filmed maniacal horror stories; what do you think, your soul never will protest? You know it will. And I am convinced that after watching the next over-saturated killing 'masterpiece,' you ask yourself, “What kind of a world do we live in?” Would you like to wrap your ideas and reply:
What ever comes of men's tendency for hitting each other’s faces and bodies?
Does getting the credit of respect go along with conquering?
Does being at a halt materialize a tolerance in men’s heart as needed?
I affirm yes, but begging that we even have to start the
PROPAGANDA of NONVIOLENCE is the best plan for humanity.
If somebody likes to see punitive actions, there may be many reasons, but he would never agree that he does it for emotional balance. I trust you are aware what domination of one person is over another. Such control is always a force to situate you in fear. And often, it causes agonizing scenes. That is pounding a man with whips; it’s hacking a human torso by sword or battle-ax or stringing opponents by spears (the more, the better). That is torture with a predilection or shooting down prisoners of war beside a wall. That is blowing up enemies by a bomb’s pictorial fire. It’s the extermination of each other by conflict of criminal groups. How much more do you want to continue to classify these chilling demonstrations of a human’s tragedy? Whoever stood for Jack Ketch, you couldn’t descry the truth about the consciousness of human history. Isn’t that better to not let larger scales of filmed malice command your mind to a frazzle? Man, can you turn off the screen or change the channel? Have you ever thought about escape, not from comfortable civilization but the picturesque delusion of brutality? Can you flee to a quiet house and think about all motives? But within the strong walls, steel-protected doors shuttered windows you can hide in a cozy corner. And you must not relax there, but put yourself in an implausible personal s
elf-study like meditate, analyze, and deliberate only one question: Is it ever possible to remove from our bodied mentality a human homicidal tendency? It sounds fantastic even for our super-tech future. Whatever. Would you agree that for such a purpose many will keep reaction as not possible? The violence today guessed, after money, as the leading advancer of progress. In our creations we are close to the hologram communication, teleportation, wireless energizing, but we respect each other and forget that weaponry isn’t in our hands. Maybe then we should gather a thousand of the most gifted men ever and close them in one premise (sorry for irony) and give a billion-dollar task to expansion-idea: an unconditional stop of violence. And they should not use the words of old Eras such as to ban, intimidate, and kill or execute, but the newest and most advanced verbs like to convince, persuade, and educate. I’d like to recall one event when two teenagers, after the movie about World War II, argued about the stunning looks of Nazi SS officers. The one admired their exterior, but another so opposed him.
“Look, I agree they are immoral, scary murderers, but look how strikingly they emerge with those perfect black shape suits, white shirts, and glazy chevrons with bones and skulls,” admitted the first boy.
“Oh, man, could you wear that garbage yourself? Listen, I didn’t expect you to be such a clown,” countered the second guy. “Did you hear about their total holocaust of millions of Jews or brutal medical experiments with human bodies? They caused stinking disgust in me, but let me tell you more. If I see such a ‘handsome’ freak while I have a gun, I’ll shoot him—and not in the corpus but the eyes. Even if I have a rifle with the bayonet, I’ll stab him not in the body but in his mouth…”
Wow! I didn’t expect such a stormy reaction. What happened? Why is this young man so angry? Perhaps his heart was struck by the facts of war with the Germans. I also understand that maybe he had been educated on naturalistic bloody film scenes. And from the thought, how can he deal with the enemies of his modern time? But, what can you expect from him if you’re the opponent? What is that? Isn’t that the result of our screened violence everywhere? Yes? It sounds like yes. Have you ever heard an outlandish but playful averment that a most truthful and never mistaking philosopher lives in a village? Is that sarcasm? No, but that beats even the smartest of professors. Once, I met such a graybeard. And about the spread of massive violence, he said, “The trouble isn't a constant fight. The real threat is, they don't like to learn how to negotiate.” So I imagine the only approach is launching heavy thinking about it and letting no one intrude in your heart. What you build or visualize doesn't matter, but try again, and only for yourself answer:
Man, would you like to self-accuse yourself for the spinelessness of constantly seeing slaughters?
Strongest-ever-fighter, would you like to comprehend that women gave their lives, and not for fascinating battles?
Man-Thinker, could you put on your brain the fantastic task to take a
PERSISTENT LOOK at ONE POINT to stop scraps?
Even one day, in your heart, you will show the historical truth about hostility and never agree with objecting demagogues. They could tell you we have to ignore it, as we don’t cause it anymore, but it only seems so. Is that possible ever to persuade the opposite site to live without a fight? The answer is only yes. That is our way forward. Even humanity survives growing homicides; no one could watch and hear news only about murder. I repeat just about deaths. And the problem is that a majority of the planet’s people fail to consider an aim to live without fighting and killing. Could you imagine a situation where the dominant maniac of the media set up shows only for violence? In such a case, you’d just push to a condition of choice. I’d bet, after a few weeks of seeing only fierce battles, you’d stop it. Or better yet, would choose to forget about the direction of violence forever. But when you live in that world, the bloody tales will find you by itself.
Oh, people! What would happen if the top authoritarian cut off such mess from our screens? I deduce that the activists would make much noise—such censure breaks our rights to gaze at what we like as men. Will somebody contradict that? Yes. By myself, I believe infantile and irresponsible lovers of such horror would feel mental prostration. But maybe for helping them, I’d like to invite you to think and respond in your mind about a set of idealistic collocations such as:
We are men and stand for total forbiddance of violation.
We wish to disallow screen fighting forever.
Our men’s choice is supreme calmness-brotherhood because if such a dream never happens, the lovers of killing will fall into an internal
CRUEL PANIC…
Even if it sounds like an allusion, I haven’t yet a man who conducts a life without seeing scenes of manslaughter. The exciting point is also that none of the battle lovers wants to find the real warfare. So, would you like to rethink reasons to affirm:
Everybody pleases to prolong their lives?
Everyone searches for satisfaction to be happy.
Not everyone approves assault to achieve a goal because we all know the real winner is to
GATHER YOURSELF TOGETHER only for creation.
Would you agree that our unexcelled talent leads to troubles for our new hero to save us? Could you resist that and answer:
If a situation has brought you to the point-decision is your fault, will you fight back? Can you prove: no guilt or show your weakness as an
INNOCENT MAN?
The world’s humanitarian statistic states that the twentieth century had extensive bloodshed in World War I and World War II. And today’s twenty-first-century people have constant military conflict. Do you concur that stopping a divergence-oriented reality is necessary for upcoming generations as a ground to grow the original setting
the PROPAGANDA of NONVIOLENCE?
Is it crucial to build fences from endless images of rough treatment or do you need to hide in castle homes for
a PERSISTENT LOOK UP AT ONE POINT?
Or is it like a fantasy movie when someone bans demonstrations of foul play for creators and next for viewers to stop
CRUEL PANIC?
And the last rhetorical question: When you invite two individuals to a room and offer a free abode for one month, the first for observing a video only with a violation and the second only about creativeness, who do you guess will pull to
GATHER YOURSELF TOGETHER?
13. Start and Stop
Magnification.
“If someone rises at a rapid pace, inevitably somebody will fall,” said a wise old man in reply to my intention to begin a new thing. Though, at the start, I disagreed and thought about other ways to achieve success. Although, he was right. And now, I recall that phrase as the best footnote to keep balance. Today, I can attach such a set of insider scales in support of steadiness in progress. It means you must never forget what your “initiation” was and prepare yourself for logical deadlock—stop. Would you like to hypothesize about it to conclude:
Dubiety.
Every undertaking has its purity. When a primary step makes necessary fast strides, slow down and rethink the value of you have done and when you caught a moment of your first halt of reasonable doubt.
Alignment.
Often saying sorry helps find new reasons, but deliberation looks only for data affirmation. Try on-time scheduling to recheck earlier guesses. It will allow you to find your fragile arguments. It ceases confusion over contradictions.
Preparedness.
Clarifying of plans is ineluctability to break any fear. You should know how to prepare yourself in advance for sudden trials with the refraction of principles.
Maneuverability.
Reject to lure in fraud and exercise compromises. Practice normalization of the self-ego by pressing wishes to an excessive win. It’s useful to improve skills for identifying trespassers of dirty routes.
Shrewdness.
Learning about your own strength is growing. Evolve skills to meet the counteroffers as promised. Qualify it as inscr
utability of the prospect of identifying the false. It helps to master the genuine acrobatics of preventing failure.
Clairvoyance.
Never overestimate opportunities. “I can do this. I can afford that,” will dampen your vigilance to find tricks. Don’t disregard the truth that excessive relaxation results in charisma and inescapable risk.
Aptitude.
Refuse to make only small steps. Try your own wings or faster footage to speed up your pace. You need to imagine that you’ve got to jump over the 'greatest wall of your fears.' But don't forget that your natural rivals have prepared for you a tangled maze of dodgy traps.
Hotshot.
Keep opening thousands of glass doors. As they wait for your service, don’t become an obstacle for them. Organize self-preparation for prolonged tests about artfulness. Always grind your covert intention in one that joins a higher society because important people dwell there.
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