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Lethal Concoctions


I do not think that we can survive our lethal concoctions and instruments of destruction, doesn't mean I don't think we need to protect ourselves. But our "protection" can come in more productive ways as well.

Instead of repeating the same mistakes from history, let us truly protect ourselves from ourselves by ceasing our "cold war" mentalities of increasing the number and power of our weapons. It is a fools game to imagine that the more virulent firepower we have the better "protected" we are.

It is shortsighted to imagine that the idea of more instead of less, when it comes to deadly weapons, is some sort of a viable plan. It might work in the short haul, but it is a reaction that will only increase the deadly arsenal for humankind's "survival", yet bring about the "deadly" that much faster. It makes little sense, not even in the least.

We all want to survive, but survival should not be our goal alone. The best way to protect ourselves is to bring Peace and Love and Kindness to the forefront of our "advanced" thinking, not fear and loathing and the stockpiling of an increasingly deadly means by which to imagine ourselves somehow safer.

Let us stave off the inevitable disaster at the hands of our deadly weapons by thinking of one another as brother and sister, not in terms that are also used to define other's as something other than. If man is indeed "evil", weapons are the tools that will certainly assure it.

Bless HumanKind by being both...


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime


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