I wonder at the cultural contempt for apology, for admission, for acknowledgement of systemic horror and the role each of us plays in it.
There is a four hundred year incessance of context for this feeling and I am prompted to quote from a novel written by a brilliant Italian:
‘…he persevered and even added a jeer to his cruelty.’
~Giuseppe di Lampedusa — The Leopard
Such behavior roosts within national culture. Maintaining centuries old wounds by packing salt in beneath a leering smile behind a hat, a hand, or in a shadow. Lately the leer is laid outright in the light light of day. Blind world scouring pride in impish ignorance and the false pragmatism of unchallenged life.
Change must come from within and hope remains that it will deliver, though such will require those gifted with sight to communicate their visions effectively across vast waves as the isles of reason sink further into the sea.
…there can be no absolution.
So that was cheerful. You’re welcome? Aaaand I’m sorry.
Here is the web of media I’m engaging aside from (obviously?) the beauty linked above:
I want to live in the deep literal undertone of this song.