Some people are stunned, nowadays, that Frank Miller’s most recent graphic novel is racist. Well, face it, folks, this attitude is not new nor hard to believe in any way.
It is rather surprising that there are not more and earlier statements like this. An anti-islamic, and therefore anti-semitic position is one of the pillars western society has been standing on from the beginning. Silence and a tie to a guilty conscience have only muffled this in some places at some times.
The Christian world is literally defined by polemic demarcation towards the other.
Her overlong fringe kept coming down.
She pushed it upwards a few times, then stopped bothering about it. Her speech was fabulous, she knew that.
She had emphasised what she would have said, the artist, back then. The one she had taken her ideas from. The one they all owed it to. Entertaining, diverting, funny, the papers would say.
The audience pleased, she had let her thoughts crawl back to her fringe. What the heck.
Burnout is a defect deeply connected to the absence of love.
I surely do not talk about love in any religious or mystical way, I am refering to the strong bonds people can develope - friends, family members or lovers - that enable them to stick up for each other and care.
Yes, this does involve a feeling of responsibility, but despite the fact that the majority of the human race seems to regard this as an annoying duty, feeling restrained by it, I say, it is actually freedom. Because love will lead to shared responsibilty and to taking care of each other. That is actually freedom, since freedom is no longer the freedom of the one who thinks differently. Our freedom ends where the freedom of the one we care for begins. That is the responsible part of love.
So, why now is burnout connected to the absence of love? Because it is the effect of taking responsibility without any bonds.
Or with too much of it.