Omar El Akkad

One Day Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

Amelia

Language is never sufficient. There is not enough of it to make a true mirror of living. In this way, the soothing or afflictive effect of the stories we tell is not in whether we select the right words but in our proximity to what the right words might be. This is not some abstraction, but a very real expression of power—the privilege of describing a thing vaguely, to make incompletely, dishonestly, is inseparable from the privilege of looking away. 

Karolina

Lindsay

Of course the Republicans would be worse. What the mainstream Democrat seems incapable of accepting is that, for an even remotely functioning conscious, there exists a point beyond which relative harm can no longer offset absolute evil. For a lot of people, genocide is that point. 

It is a hallmark of failing societies, I've learned, this requirement that one always be in possession of a valid reason to exist.

Rules, conventions, morals, reality itself: all exist so long as their existence is convenient to the preservation of power. Otherwise, they, like all else, are expendable.

Whose nonexistence is necessary to the self- conception of this place, and how uncontrollable is the rage whenever that nonexistence is violated?

The afflicted don't need comforting, they need what the comfortable have always had.

 It is generally the case that people are most motivated by the worst plausible thing that could happen to them. For some, the worst plausible thing might be the end of their bloodline in a missile strike. Their entire lives turned ding to rubble and all of it preemptively justified in the fighting terrorists who are terrorists by default on account of having been killed. For others, the worst plausible thingis being yelled at.

No, there is no terrible thing coming for you in sor future, but know that a terrible thing is happening to we now. You are being asked to kill off a part of you that uld otherwise scream in opposition to injustice. You are being asked to dismantle the machinery of a functioning conscienge Who cares if diplomatic expediency prefers you shrug away the sight of dismembered children? Who cares if great distance from the bloodstained middle allows obliviousness. Forget pity forget even the dead if you must, but at least fight against he theft of your soul.

The literary critic Northrop Frye once said all art is metaphor, and a metaphor is the grammatical definition of insanity. What art does is meet us at the site of our insanity, our derangement, the plainly irrational mechanics of what it means to be human. There comes from this, then, at least a working definition of a soul: one's capacity to sit with the mysteries of a thing that cannot in any rational way be understood- only felt, only moved through. And sometimes that thing is so grotesque-what we do to one another so grotesque--that sitting with it feels an affront to the notion of art as a conduit of beauty. Still, sit. Sit.

No, I don't want a candidate who's the embodiment of me. I want a candidate who doesn't bankroll genocide. Failing that, I want the superhuman powers of dissociation that even the Democratic Party's progressive vanguard seem able, in a pinch, to conjure.

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