Hello all,
This little scatter of paragraphs is a little darker, and a bit thoughtful. It isn't mean to be theological, or controversial, but simply a little comment on a question that I think everyone asks at one point. As always, let me know what you think via email or comments!
There is a type of person, a very different kind of person from you or I, that seem for the most part to make their way through life in no unordinary manner. They’ve never been in a bar fight, or stolen a purse. They work hard, solitarily toiling away at their own life like everyone else does.
These people, however, do not go quietly. They are meant for more.
They, are the ubiquitous news flashes that we see on our papers and screens, making us ask why we’re here to be lost and hurt. They don’t break bones because they are kind and careful, and fate has chosen them to expire in the most public of ways; to be the headlines, the tragedies, the side-affects of secret affairs, the accidents, the child with a loaded gun, the falling men with foreign faces, the women stolen from taxis or on abandoned railway platforms, the buried skeletons under the garden concrete, the tourist found dead and beaten with his own camera, the lawyer shot by drugged-up teens in a country you couldn‘t pronounce, and even that poor guy down the road who once said “hi” as you passed, the examples and the evidence. These people, are the media martyrs, the good people who attract bad things. They, who we can only remember and only a handful of us ever really know, they make us ask the one question we don’t want to know the answer to. Where are these gods we hear so much about?
Stay tuned,
Ben
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