Within these virtual wordmaps of this list, the landscape convolutes on turns of phrases by pedantics driven by semantics. Misinterpretations in the onrush to make a point, to underscore belief, to heave a breath, and re-affirm that we know the truth. (the ONLY truth) For me, some sideline scavenger I sit, the room lit. by the pale glow of the screen, whilst the pixellated arguments, erudite and passionate, flicker before me.
And in some desert, or on some boat the "just" armies wait. Few signed up for "THIS". Some distant war. Sure in the knowledge that their standard issue guns and footwear have already been proven as unsuitable for the terrain. And will they die? and will they return in body bags? Will they return as heros or villains. And in some desert or in some mountain pass their men wait too. their questions the same but uttered in different tongues, equally worried about their loved ones and the future. Wormaps of the powerful have convoluted their terrain, whilst we sit and pick the fluff from our jumpers or pace the room wondering how to make a point, to silence an opponent. And I feel lost and I feel scared and I feel thoughtful for the future. This world, will have a different meaning a different construct in all our understandings... after the arguments, after the forceful rhetoric, after the final words are given.... And the old wordmaps are destroyed. I have been silent for a while but I have been thinking a lot. I have found the war theme tiring (but admire those who can engage so deeply with the various articles) I am tired because we all know...... and you can do what ever you want with facts and figures, old discoveries of mis-deeds and corporate links, and all the shitty stuff that is what being in power is about... it will make no difference. This is a conveyor belt driven from all sides by all sorts of things, about which we can really do nothing. the term CORPOROCRACY was a wonderful term and should become part of the English Language. It sums up this careless unthinking world better than any other word I can think of. It matters not what language we speak, what party we vote for (even communist) it is money that drives everything and kills the heart of humanist actions. Every thing has a VALUE placed on it, everything has a price...... I feel this proposed war is one price that is far too high for the world to pay..... by that I mean ALL our worlds, our personal worlds, regardless of the god we worship, the colour of our skin, the language we speak, the job we do, the music we listen to and the hopes we have. Anyway that is my bit and I feel a bit more peaceful having said it.... Lucy
