It can be hard to get one's head around the phenomenon of fascism, or the death cult, or the increasingly twisting and self-destructive logics and actions of the rabid nationalists, or the desperate papering over and forced smiles of the liberals and progressives for that matter. And on an individual and subjective level it is as it should be: if one wants to live as one is, one is to fight one's enemies after all.
But I have to remind myself - and there are plenty of others even more befuddled and lost than me - of the artificial dualism that we've so sharply drawn collectively, concerning the simple contrast between life and death. I mean on the one hand it is a very stark and oftentimes useful simplification: on an individual level you are either alive or dead; we have that one down at least.
But on the other hand, at larger scales and at higher levels of abstraction, it is not so simple. There is a deep and intractable intertwining of the forces of creation and destruction. And as such, an explosive and destructive release of energy, or a rapid draining out of vital force, is driven through its own internal will, and only wishes to be itself, and fulfill its own nature.
If an explosion could talk, or the calving off of a mountain, or a ruptured artery, it would only say: "I'm doing what it is that is in accordance with what I am. What else would I do?"
Because living is also coming to terms with what is.
