Дима Плюхин

Every creature on earth is in a Red Queen chess tournament with its parasites (or hosts), its predators (or prey), and, above all, with its mate. Just as parasites depend on their hosts and yet make them suffer, and just as animals exploit their mates and yet need them, so the Red Queen never appears without another theme being sounded: the theme of intermingled cooperation and conflict. Knowledge that does not change behaviour is useless. But knowledge that changes behaviour quickly loses its relevance. The more data we have and the better we understand history, the faster history alters its course, and the faster our knowledge becomes outdated. My curiosity is just that: curiosity. That we should avoid something does not mean that we should not try to understand it. I, for one, would like to know why we keep the laws that we do. Look at this world, General. Beggars starve under the feet of the rich, soldiers die for their tyrant's greed, plagues wipe out cities. Existence creates suffering - it's a simple equation. I guess I was hoping that... that one of these realities was the best. That maybe I could find the "right" path. They were all the same, at their core. I saw the same thing: regrets, longing for whatever comes next. None of it was better, it was just... different. I just wanna know, 'cause I go up and down these streets, 'cause I'm cold, see? And there's all these pretty people, and I'm thinkin', what happened? What happened to Love and Peace? Where'd those hippies go off to? They all just keel over and die? Naw! They around. They just cut their hair, put on their good suits, stash their jeans and beads and sewed up their pockets. They voted for George Bush. I mean, where'd those hippies go? Not to the Nam, that's for damn sure. Only black men and spics and shit. One or two crackers in there too, but mostly it was us. And now they back. Them white folk, they got their BWM's and their leather furniture and Yankee baseball hats and warm coats. The love generation! They love they selves. If we're lucky enough to still be standing here after all this massive shit-storm currently raining down on the human population, well then I say, sit back, relax and enjoy the movie. I live the way I live, I eat the things I eat, and I'll die the way I'll die. Love has been described as a three-ring circus: First comes the engagement ring, then the wedding ring, and after that the suffering. She said people try to be good but they're really sick and rotten, her most of all, and every time she tried to make the world a better place, something terrible came up inside her and pulled her back down into hell. Took her deeper and deeper into the blackest nightmare. Every time it got harder to go back up to the light. If you were of the world, the world would love its own. Yet because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you Мне жаль самого себя, других, всех людей, зверей, птиц… всего живущего. Мне жаль детей и стариков, несчастных и счастливых… счастливых более, чем несчастных. Мне жаль победоносных, торжествующих вождей, великих художников, мыслителей, поэтов… Мне жаль убийцы и его жертвы, безобразия и красоты, притесненных и притеснителей. Как мне освободиться от этой жалости? Она мне жить не дает…