We watched The International last night. Great flick. It was basically an elaborate attempt at painting the impenetrable vastness of corporate corruption. I get it.
It revealed how sometimes the successes we achieve can grow into ogres that end up living beyond any moral compass whatsoever. They insulate us, desensitize us, & feed that part of our flesh that craves for a penthouse built above the law. One in which the view is always looking down upon the rest of the little people.
Even in my small slice of community there exists unforeseen swaths of allowances that are repeatedly being made for arbitrary groups of friends & relatives that are just down right shocking. This is where actions go deeper than the mere skin of prejudice, and it all starts with subtleties. Little words & preferences that have daggers hidden behind them. What begins with "oh, that's just her way", or "I wouldn't read anything into what he said", or "they just weren't thinkin'", ends up being a preamble to a much longer rap sheet -- the little warts on the hide of a monster.
If these feet in the door are given their room to be nourished and grow, they soon become numb to their own devices, and embody the ethical structure that's not much different than the ficticious corporate bank we observed last night. We all carry within us the same innate hunger to control whatever threatens our own insecurities.
The scenario we witnessed last night wrapped up with the never ending cycle of sin. Injustice still prevailed. The bank continued to flourish, despite the debris-trail of bodies it had left in it's wake. A very accurate portrail of this world's horizontal view of survival. But as for my family & I, we will continue to aspire to a higher, vertical view; one in which we are new creations, where these aspects of the world are passed away and everything is brand new.
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