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Violence never really ends, no more than a symphony
ceases to exist once the orchestra has stopped playing...
Drop a pebble in a pool of water , and the vibrations ripple
outward in concentric circles. Some physicists claim that the
ripples continue even after they can no longer be seen..."
I think it runs much deeper than mere anger. I think when
loneliness and fear drive a person too deep inside himself,
faith shrivels into hopelessness; I think when tenderness
diminishes and bitterness intensifies, rancor becomes a very
sacred thing; and I think when the need for some form of
meaningful human contact becomes and affliction, a soul can be
tainted with madness and allow violence to rage forth as the
only means of genuine relief, a final, grotesque expression in
the most immediate and brutal form.
Ripples continue.
A symphony does not cease.
And violence never really ends.
It took half my life to learn that...
"Cut him...Cut him while I stand here and watch. I want
to see the blood flow. Don't make me tell you twice..."
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