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originally posted by: TzarChasm
I have been one of those people. Speaking from this experience, I tell you that your ode to the Internet at large doesn't do a damn bit of good. And if that's all you plan to do, then save your energy. Don't form planning committees or go to church to pray or file an online petition or post a viral Facebook video. Go outside to the naked and the starving. They don't want petitions or committees or hashtags, they want you. They want to not feel alone.
originally posted by: ~Lucidity
My heart bleeds. And I hope it never stops, until and even after it stops beating. Because the day it stops is the day the last shred of humanity has bled out. The way to make sense of it or start to or try to is to notice and to feel it and to think about it, even if you can't do anything about it or it seems as if you can't or shouldn't. Great post.
The initial reaction, to my shame, is one of indifference.
...that abominable and sensual act called reading the newspaper, thanks to which all the misfortunes and cataclysms in the universe over the last twenty-four hours, the battles which cost the lives of fifty thousand men, the murders, the strikes, the bankruptcies, the fires, the poisonings, the suicides, the divorces, the cruel emotions of statesmen and actors, are transformed for us, who don't even care, into a morning treat, blending in wonderfully, in a particularly exciting and tonic way, with the recommended ingestion of a few sips of café au lait. Source
originally posted by: Talorc
When I see photos of the spurned and the damned, the forlorn and the dying, my heart does not bleed. I am not struck by an overwhelming feeling of pity.
I do think that I love these people.