Being Human/Living Inhuman

(A reflection by Sal Godoij.)

"I am a servant of God, and I kneel before Him and present Him my sword, with which I have killed dozens of my enemies, and I have done it with His Help and Blessing."

This very same thought and scene, recorded in history and literature, has come to us from immemorial times. It completely portrays the human condition.

Only that now we do it not with swords, but with bombs and missiles.

And so, the human condition continues at its best.

Yet our silence makes us all brothers-in-crime, if not in the soul.

One can serve God without resorting to violence because we say that God opposes violence.

If one still wants to be good in God's eyes while hating and killing one's neighbours because one sees a reason for one's action, one must remember that the reason to kill someone does not come from God but from the killer alone.

Then keep in mind that crime is the loneliest of sins and that the worst punishment, the worst of hell, is when the criminal is defeated and condemned, and then his best friends turn their backs on him, and even his brothers and sisters leave him to cry his misery alone.

And alone in his cell, or facing his executioner, or in exile, his tears of repentance burn like dry leaves in the fire of the hell he created.

History teaches us that the king's throne blinds his subjects, so they don't see the cracks in the ground beneath it.

And although they see that the king is naked; however, no one of his subjects dares to mention it.

And so, my friend, as I reflect on the absurd, which has become the force that moves every human reasoning, it's plain to see where this reasoning has taken us, despite our millennia of "civilization."