Through my musings on the Baltimore rioters in the blog-post I wrote last month, I became more aware of the plight that many people are encountering in modern America. It’s not just racial minorities that are disenfranchised, rather it is a part of society that is seen as “the other,” without them being any different from the rest of the population.
The other through our eyes:
“Sometimes he feels that many think his ramblings are just pretentious grasps at immortality. A bonding moment with timelessness, that such obscure and downright unplaited hypothesizes are desperate attempts at flashing the world with insanity, hoping that condemnation will occur. In that hateful moment, when the world locks its ire on the tormented mind that uttered such demented thoughts, he hopes, pleads that he will leave an eternal scar on the collective human consciousness. Some believe he doesn’t seek truth, he only wants to rabble the mind into incessant yelling, and that he wants the mind to void itself.”
I don’t see him like that, rather they: the “other” that is, or the criminals and ne’er-do-wells. They are a part of our community, the less tasteful and desirable than the rest of us. It’s funny that I can’t find the words to describe them other those negative terms. I am trapped like the rest of us, yet I’m pontificating that I seem to have obtained such knowledge that lets me look at them in another light. That I’ve read an ancient manuscript, secreted away from the general populace. I don’t claim such truth, and at best my words are merely conjecture; as in there is no conclusion to my evidence, I merely observe and report on what I see. The hope, any hope in research, is that someone else has more evidence than I, or a more complete version of it. And that isn’t it, knowledge is collective, not one soul knows the whole truth, we know parts, we have guesses and hypothesizes, but as an individual we truly know nothing. As a group however, we know so much more, every right and wrong of information is collected and categorized, then is shared over and over and over. Until we rework the hypothesis, collect and categorized, share and repeat.
When we extend that knowledge to the collective of humanity, we realize how much we know as a species, that our knowledge and wisdom, fused together is greater than the sum its parts, this includes the good and the bad. And in our great collection, we still reformulate and reorganize, because we as a species and as individuals never stop learning. I find it so hilarious that those people who search for good, those who clamor to the white pillars of justice are so adamant in denying knowledge; and in turn deny the collective nature of their communities. The same people want to make the criminal the other, the undeserved, the broken and unfixable. I do not condone the actions of criminals, they should be punished, but when the law abiding community wonder why such people refuse to commiserate, they do not understand the collective nature of humanity; and its knowledge.
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