How long can we sleep?

This world is not wake. It's slumbering, if not already fast asleep. Every day uncountable numbers of people die. Because of hunger, because of diseases, war and mere poverty. They slay each other in Iraque, Afghanistan, Sudan, Somalia and in countries, of which the names don't appear in newspapers. They humiliate each other. Put each other in stinky, filthy jails in China, torture each other in nameless U.S.-camps, they fire each other in the name of prosperity everywhere, where there is...

capitalism.

But we don't care, do we? We go to sleep again, turn of the TV, put away that sad newspaper and get ourselfes a beer. We consumpt the bad news, in one way like a drug, can't get enough of them, must care... to satisfy our bad conciousness. And in the other way to kill our feelings. Would we look just one second in our life, in complete silence, in the eyes of a dying young girl, we would feel more pain and sadness then watching, reading and hearing every day of thousands and millions of starving, dying people.

It's a sad world.

If you don't feel that sadness and don't want to change anything, your a capitalist.
If you sense nothing of the sadness, but still won't to change it, you're a communist.
If you feel the pain, and, acknowledging this as a part of your motivation, want to change the world, i dare call you an anarchist. For its emotion and not theories, that will hinder the revolutionaries from building another soyet union.

"Chelovek, rozhdennyi dlya tvorchestva i isskustva - svoboden." - Nadezhda Udal'cova

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