…As if they couldn’t read our minds. As if we could hide fear in hateful acts. or hide our fear in hate… When, in crisis – minds are the only things that can be reliably read – alphabets are too brittle, and minds move so much more than language, before they break.
The flaw of believing I am good when I’ve done good, without accounting for my mentality… We (most of us) have built up lives that protect us form our worst operations – we make it unlikely that we will perform terminal acts. But in what ways is our mentality ready to act barbarously, if the forces in control of material circumstances opened the gates? How does even genocidal ideology sit inside the comfort of our ordered (brittle) lives?