scorr

In questi anni abbiamo corso così velocemente che dobbiamo ora fermarci perché la nostra anima possa raggiungerci. (Michael Ende) ---- A chi può procedere malgrado gli enigmi, si apre una via. Sottomettiti agli enigmi e a ciò che è assolutamente incomprensibile. Ci sono ponti da capogiro. Sospesi su abissi di perenne profondità. Ma tu segui gli enigmi. (Carl Gustav Jung)

...in altre lingue...

...in inglese....

...in altre lingue...

LA FOTO DELLA SETTIMANA a cura di NICOLA D'ALESSIO

LA FOTO DELLA SETTIMANA  a cura di NICOLA D'ALESSIO
LA FOTO DELLA SETTIMANA a cura di NICOLA D'ALESSIO:QUANDO LA BANDA PASSAVA...
Questo blog non ha finalità commerciali. I video, le immagini e i contenuti sono in alcuni casi tratti dalla Rete e pertanto sono presuntivamente ritenuti pubblici, pur restando di proprietà del rispettivo autore. In ogni caso, se qualcuno ritenesse violato un proprio diritto, è pregato di segnalarlo a questo indirizzo : rapacro@virgilio.it Si provvederà all’immediata rimozione del contenuto in questione. RR
BENVENUTO! - Il Blog si occupa di Arte, Spiritualità, Creatività e Religione

304. JUST A FEW DROPS OF EVIL by un'Americana a Venezia



L’attentato di Boston offre l’occasione a un’Americana a Venezia per una riflessione sul male. Gli eventi, come quello di Boston, confondono, ci danno la percezione della nostra vulnerabilità. Zygmunt Bauman, un filosofo polacco di origine ebraica, così precisa: ‘…la fiducia si trova in difficoltà nel momento in cui ci rendiamo conto che il male si può nascondere ovunque; che esso non è distinguibile in mezzo alla folla, non ha segni particolari né usa carta d'identità; e che chiunque potrebbe trovarsi a essere reclutato per la sua causa, in servizio effettivo, in congedo temporaneo o potenzialmente arruolabile…’ RR



Have you ever noticed how easily just a few drops of milk can change the complexion of black tea or coffee?  Or how a brief dash of brown concentrate turns an entire can of white paint into beige?  By the same token, it takes very small amounts of certain toxins to poison water and soil.  This last, I think, is an apt metaphor for what deviant minds managed to do near the finish line of the 2013 Boston Marathon.  They ruined and poisoned countless lives.  Immediately after the physical damage was done, the question "Why?" came to fore.  Is there ever an answer when it comes to evil?  Is there anything not evil about detonating a couple of bombs where unsuspecting bystanders are waiting and cheering?  What did the victims of those bombs have to do with the perpetrator(s) in the first place?  Nothing.  The killed and injured were faceless victims that the unknown element meant to hurt.  Why then and there?  What good will ever come of killing innocent people at random, which seems to be the only point of such an attack?  What is produced in the end?  Terror?  Yes, for a while.  But in the long run, attacks against unwitting people in crowds only produce ill ease, trauma, mistrust, and blind hostility.  What do terrorists accomplish then?  Nothing, if not to spoil the social climate, and create the circumstances whereby innocent people must be treated as suspects, and have their personal liberties taken away in the name of public security.  Terrorism breeds the opposite of freedom.  There are places in the world which have been dealing with this for years--in their businesses, in their marketplaces, on their means of public transport.  News stories from these places are reported regularly, but many of us cannot relate, except superficially, because we've had little experience of that sort of mindless evil.  If it's not one organization claiming responsibility, it's another.  Sometimes attacks are anonymous.  In Boston, the absurdity of the attack and the malice behind it were crystal clear.  No amount of political prattle or vitriol will ever justify hurting innocent people enjoying a marathon.  Even if the perpetrator is found, the damage has already been done.  Murder is murder on any scale.  Speaking of which, is the dropping of bombs from aircraft evil?  Despite what it says in the Old Testament, "A time for war, and a time for peace," I think that Jesus and the Buddha would say enough already!  The time for peace is now!  Peace and survival may soon be synonymous.  I clearly remember Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, now deceased, saying on his analog satellite TV channel before the "war" in Iraq began, "Prevent war before it happens."  He made it sound so cut and dried.  I think he'd say the same thing about exploding pressure cookers in the streets of Boston.  But how do we start preventing such atrocities?  Backpack and body searches on every corner?  No, the solution is even more demanding.  The alternative entails a revamping of our value system towards an instinctive rejection of combat in favor of peaceful solutions.  Above all, we must not lose contact with our hearts and souls, even following a terrific event as in Boston.  We must start noting cause and effect in our lives.  We must stop feeding children a game-and-entertainment diet of blood, smoke and guns, and a mental regime of war, fear, and lots of advertising.  Have some of our species gone mad?  It would seem so, whatwith people killing and maiming strangers on the streets by means of exploding pressure cookers, with or without the expectation of provoking some sort of change.  Of course, madness is too easy an excuse for this sort of violence.  I'd rather call terrorism "concentrated evil."  All that is needed is a few drops of it, and many innocent people risk being tainted forever.  But let us remember, as Jesus said, "Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul.  Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell."      UN’AMERICANA A VENEZIA                     

Nessun commento:

* * *

IN QUESTI ANNI ABBIAMO CORSO COSÌ VELOCEMENTE CHE DOBBIAMO ORA FERMARCI PERCHÈ LA NOSTRA ANIMA POSSA RAGGIUNGERCI

(Michael Ende)

* * *

A chi può procedere malgrado gli enigmi, si apre una via. Sottomettiti agli enigmi e a ciò che è assolutamente incomprensibile. Ci sono ponti da capogiro, sospesi su abissi di perenne profondità. Ma tu segui gli enigmi.

(Carl Gustav Jung)