Saturday, March 18, 2006

Descent of the One-Winged Angel
A rather poetic title if I do say so myself...And one not stolen from a song title, but of my own making too.

One finds oneself in a...pensive mood this night, and as such, one will forsake their usual writing style for one more...poetic.

Some few nights ago, one found himself pontificating upon the beauty of literature, specifically the masterful stories of a J.K. Rowling. In the most rescent incarnation of this masters art, a beloved mentor of the protagonist was slain, in a most depressing fashion. At first, one was inclined to believe this character had not, in fact, been slain. And to this end, one fashioned a series of plausibilities that would allow this character to live. But upon the night of my conjecture, I realized that this is not the case, and that the character had, in fact, been slain by sorcery most foul.
The reason this character had died is very deep, and requires great thought on the part of the reader, making it truly rewarding when one sees the world truly weaved by a practitioner of this great art. The mentor, his name being Dumbledor, as those who have read the series know, had to die, in order that the protagonist, Harry, might be able to put aside his aversions to taking a life, and end the threat of a dark magician once and for all.
Truly this reflects the harsher realities of life. For all animals have an inborn aversion to taking the lives of their own species, and only do so in times of great stress. Except for humans, or so it would seem on the surface. No matter how vile the crime, a person will always have reason, perhaps not justification, but reason. In the same way our army trains youths to kill the 'enemy' so too does circumstance break the tenuous barrier in the human mind that keeps back the will to slay ones fellows. But once this barrier is broken once, it may be broken again, each breach weakening the block more, until finally it is gone. These are the serial killers; the soldiers who return to the armed forces for no reason other than to kill; these are the waste of our society. Yet, perhaps there is a place for these people. Perhaps, without the barrier that holds us back from slaying one another, these people are truly the ones fit to colonize the vast reaches of space first. This method removes from our planet those who hinder peace, and sets them on a task that will improve the lives of all humans.
The point of my writings are this: life is indispensable, even the most vile of attributes may someday serve a valuble purpose, and we must never judge someone without careful thought, for situation can make almost anyone a killer.
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