06-06-2009, 01:14 PM
All these war toys express a cultic attachment to death... a new spin on the ancient "I am become Death", but instead "You will become dead, and I will enjoy bringing it to you because I can". (It's a mystery to me, because I always thought life was neat and worthy of possession, celebration, protection.)
One of my favorite 'things', a talisman, was given to me by the conscientious objector whose name I gave to my first-born. It is a basic standard mortar shell, a large bullet-shaped finned shell, a heavy hunk of metal with an empty hole for the fuse and an empty core for the absent explosives. It rests on my desk (and gets occasionally used as a paperweight). It is a constant reminder of the choice, my mission ..
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One of my favorite 'things', a talisman, was given to me by the conscientious objector whose name I gave to my first-born. It is a basic standard mortar shell, a large bullet-shaped finned shell, a heavy hunk of metal with an empty hole for the fuse and an empty core for the absent explosives. It rests on my desk (and gets occasionally used as a paperweight). It is a constant reminder of the choice, my mission ..
"Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"