The Inhumanity of Humanity: A Final Essay on Humanity: A Tragedy in Five Acts
“What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused.” — Hamlet Act IV Scene IV
Act I
I wanted to read a bunch of books, not about humanity, just of humanity. But I didn't, so here we are, Three of these things seem to be enough, probably too much. These are not the thoughts of anyone that will change anything, just a bored fool who enjoys to write.
I've like Hamlet ever since seventh grade. Always just stuck a cord in me. A man slowly losing his mind, and lashing out in angry we're the world around him comes crushing to the ground. And in an endless batter between whether or to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.
The inhumanity of humanity. That's the true thing that bothers me. Every seen those images from Abu Ghraib. Of that fucking kid with the man, that man on that fucking leash. Humanity, fucking joke when you see shit like that. Makes a man a shame of being human. As it should.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Act II
You ever see the footage of the cleanup of the death camps. I have watched the whole hour-long thing. There one thing that I think about that from that whole thing. There are many thing I remember, but one that keeps in the mind, and it about this village next to of these death camps. The village know what was happening next door and they didn't give a shit, they even moved one of the mass graves, so they didn't have to smell the bodies.
There this part in Ken Burns Vietnam where he talks about the Kent State Shooting. Tears were brought to my eyes a few times during this documentary and this was one of the times. Hearing Glenn W. Frank anguished pleas for the students to leave before anymore were killed what really got me. Four dead students.
The history of man, is the history of blood, of slavey, of the inhumanity of humanity.
Act III
In The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus, he says in the opening line of the book that "There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide." He not wrong. Can't have a philosophical debate with a body. But the whole point of Camus and suicide is that it shows that you or a person who kill oneself shows that they cannot hander the difficulty of life. Showing that life have beaten them, and that it is so hard.
In a wide suicide is that. But in Hamlet, Hamlet says that suicide is taking up arms against the sea of troubles. But Hamlet had already decided to take up arms. Camus never killed himself, just got hit by a car. But the point of this is that Hamlet and Camus is Absurdism vs Nihilism.
And even though I have a great love for Hamlet, nihilism is still a foolish belief. Even Rust Cohle figure that out. Nihilism is a belief that only edgy teenagers or fools (same people) believe. A person doesn't need to be remember forever. Humanity in all is not a thing all of man need to take. The only thing you need, is the love of yourself or a few others.
Act IV
A family. Doesn't have to be those who share your blood with. Just a family. But I've never been a family man. Something seems to have gone missing at one time. Sometimes I do wish I could get close to others, but then I remember what others are.
I watch a woman get fired upon in her own fucking car, by some government thug, or I see multiple fucking thugs fire upon a man in the street. Read about how a bunch of rich rat basterds fuck underage girls, and nothing has been done about it in the United States. I barely fucking hear about it anymore.
There is no humanity in humanity... I hate generalizations. But there a few I believe. There's no good nazis, there no racists, there no good pedophile. I used to believe that there were no good French, but there is one, but only one. Albert Camus the only good thing the French have ever done.
Act V
Humanity
Humanity. There is both inhumanity and humanity. It hard to believe there everything isn't shit when you dig so deep that you find yourself in the sewer. I read thing, seen thing, heard things, many things that you seen, read, and heard. Humanity seems to be getting a good beating over the past, about 315,000 years. But we win a few rounds.
I hope you folks never become a being like me. I hope you all are able to pull yourself out of the sewer and never dare come close to all the shit. Find your family. Find love. But I think I miss the boat. I don't much care through. Someone has to clean the shit, and the smell stops getting to you eventually.
I've seen horrors, and I'm fine with that. I'm nothing more than a man with no name. Maybe that to something. But I don't know. I'm not a nihilist. I like absurdism, but I'm not an absurdist. I pick and choose with what I believe, and what I believe is always changing. At the lowest I cut and sink to the dark and believe and feel nothing. I believe in nothing but the inhumanity. But At the highest I believe in a better word I believe in the humanity.
See I lied that this this is a five-act tragedy because in life there is no comedies or tragedy there is just life. And you get to choose which your life is. Choose to believe that humanity is more humanity than that of inhumanity.
I have shown you fear in a handful of dust**, so ladies, Gentlemen, and Others.**
Good Morning and Good Luck
