Prime's Worm Hole : Comprehending the unimaginable

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Comprehending the unimaginable

Many American are hurting this morning. They are hurting because they are unable to comprehend the senseless massacre of twenty children in Newtown Conn. on Friday. Yes, six adults died in that tragedy also, but it is the children that were killed who are lingering in the minds of most Americans.

I wish people would stop trying to analyze the motivations of an evil beast. I wish the media would stop continuing to stoke and inflame the open wounds of personal tragedies so deep as to be unfathomable on any level of reasoned thinking or emotion. I wish people would stop their incessant attempts to understand the unimaginable. There is no understanding it. Evil is not understandable, not in its purest form.

Every time one of these incidents occurs, the so called professionals and the media personalities immediately go into their analytical mode. They want to examine the childhood of the beast. They want to interview his or her friends. They want to know what kind of home life they had. They want to know all these things and if anyone questions their motive, the immediate retort is: "we are just searching for answers." No one ever stops to consider the possibility, if not the probability, that there are no answers.

Is it humanly possible to understand the progression and motives of a disease on a molecular level. Is it humanly possible to superimpose conscious and feelings on a disease such as cancer? Can we ever hope to understand how something so evil can function and more importantly so, do we truly want to know the answers to the unanswerable. Do we truly want to be told that it is no more complicated than evil is evil. That evil requires no explanation?

The person who committed the massacre in Newtown Conn. on Friday was evil. He was an evil so contemptible as to be devoid of humanity. Possessing an emptiness so incomplete that he apparently felt the need to attempt to fill his emptiness with the sacrifices of innocent lives on a scale that boggles the minds ability to comprehend.

I am reminded of a dialogue that passed between the Characters Wyatt Earp and Soc Holiday as it concerned what motivated the killer Johnny Ringo in the film Tombstone.

Wyatt Earp: What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does?
Doc Holliday: A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right in the middle of him. He can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.
Wyatt Earp: What does he need?
Doc Holliday: Revenge.
Wyatt Earp: For what?
Doc Holliday: Bein' born.

If you want to try and get a grip on the mind of a beast like Adam Lanza, or if you are looking for an answer to what motivated Adam Lanza to kill so many and to target so many young innocent children, then look no further than the essence of evil. Adam Lanza was the essence of evil.Adam Lanza was after revenge for ever having been born.

Those like Adam Lanza have an unimaginable void in their being, much as was described in the dialogue above. They can never kill enough or inflict enough pain to fill that void and yes, they want revenge for ever having been born and to that pursuit their only answer is death and pain inflicted on others.

In the final analysis the only thing that can be done in the aftermath of a tragedy like this, is to try and provide comfort to those who have lost so much to such an unimaginable act of violence. The mothers and the fathers, the grandparents, the family friends. They all grieve and unthinkable grief this morning and they will continue to do so for the remainder of their lives.

But also try and ponder and consider the emotional trauma to those who did not know these children or their teachers. Those first responders who answered the call and within minutes were immersed so deeply into unimaginable horror that you cannot fathom how they will cope with what they saw and what they were forced to process and filter for hours after the fact. They too are forever scarred, they too are forever damaged. In the months and years that pass, many of them will decide that their pain is too much and they will leave their jobs as policemen and emergency medical technicians. They will leave their jobs or worse.

As the coming days of funerals play out and the ongoing examination of the events are put on display, all I can think about are the lives of innocence lost. Twenty little children who will not see Christmas. Twenty little souls who did not understand and could not possibly comprehend what was happening or why.

As it concerns the beast Adam Lanza, I do not have any further time to devote to him. I have to take solace in the knowledge and belief that he is already in a place so terrifying as to easily justify his being there by all who are aware of what he did.

God allowed Adam Lanza to be born and to commit the horror that he did on Friday. the same as he allowed Judas Iscariot to be born and commit the acts that led to the death of his only son. I have to believe that in the final judgement, God will be the arbitrator of justice to those who commit the unspeakable. Just as I have to believe that these little souls that were so violently taken and destroyed, are now in the arms of angels. Born anew and enjoying the eternal presence and love of their father in heaven.

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Prime's Worm hole

This is a place for me to muse about the issues that affect our world. My world and my country and my life in particular. I can say what I want to here and those who may stumble across my musings, are welcome to comment,or not. America is under siege. Everything this nation has ever represented, is now being torn asunder and crushed by the onslaught of egalitarian socialism. All morals and social values have been devolved into the belief that systemic racism, is the only underlying cause or reason for any societal ills in America. And that representation, is nothing but a Trojan Horse argument. A means of getting the egalitarian camel's nose into the tent. And now that it has been inserted? There is mayhem and anarchy and burning and looting all across America. And the only questions that remains to be asked and answered? Are these. When is enough enough and when will the American people call full stop and take the law into their own hands, to repel this socialist based attack on the Constitution and our personal freedoms.

Thinking

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax", I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make that much money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled
I headed for the library, in the mood for some John Locke. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Emerson, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today I took the final step...I joined the Democratic Party

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If you are able,
save them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them,
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam

Captain Michael O'Donnell was lost in Cambodia on March 24 1970, while flying a UH1 rescue helicopter, trying to rescue an eight man LRRP team under attack in Cambodia. He was listed as MIA along with the eight he had attempted to rescue after his UH1 Huey was shot down by enemy fire. The official military report listed the eight as shot down 'non survivable' and 'non recoverable.'

Michael O'Donnell was submitted for the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions that day. He was awarded the Distinguished flying cross, the Bronze Star, The Air Medal and The Purple Heart and he was promoted to the rank of Major (posthumously).

In 1978 he was officially listed as KIA by the Department of Defense.

A little about the philosophy of the author

The Borg Conspiracy is one man's purely pedestrian thoughts, independent musings and frequently cheeky commentaries...Mixed with an abundance of patriotism, love of God, and love of country.

My thoughts?

In my opinion........in another generation, all that will remain of our once great republic, may be little more than what is left to weather the passage of time in the form of a few obscure and forgotten monuments to the great American experiment.

If America should fail....let it be written as her epitaph.....died by her own hand. The greatest experiment in freedom ever undertaken, lost in the end to the pursuit of the illusion that egalitarian tolerance was more valuable than individual freedom.

Let us be warned.
Franklin, Payne, Jefferson. They all knew the consequences of the lack of vigilance and they tried to warn us. They gave us a document as our guide post. We were to guard it and revere it and use it to guide and govern our future and our posterity.

No one listened.