Red Dragon
Okay so I haven't blogged in quite a while, Granado Espada has been fiercely addictive with hunting and leveling, not to mention the passing of Common Tests and the inevitable need to go out and play after its end.
Anyway, I've been reading some books, one of which is Red Dragon. Its apparently a movie but typically of me, i didnt catch it cause noone else wanted to.
The book revolves around a killer, a sociopath to be exact, and the hero Will Graham has to track him down before he murders more, brutally. The legendary Hannibal Lecter appears off and on to provide insights and horrors for the hard pressed Graham, whilst also aiding the Red Dragon. The most gripping chapters were those that laid out the development of the Red Dragon from unfortunately disfigured but nonetheless innocent child to a tortured, schizophrenic sociopath.
The saddest and sickest moments lay not in the killings or the ruthlessness of the murders, or the sadistic nature that the human nature unleashes when pushed to the extremes. Mainly because the extremes are isolated cases, uncommon and hard to create. The horro lies in the way society creates such sociopaths, true the gene for sadism, for being a sociopath or arsonist lies there, but the environment plays an even larger part. The extremes are hard to hit, but cruelty, neglect and exploitation can push one off the cliff of sanity.
The human potential for ruthlessness and our base nature of greed and thus insensitivity can be expressed in many ways. Recently, i've been taking 853 from serangoon and theres always theis sight disabled man calling for aid at identifying buses. Yet each time i am the only one helping him on. On the bus, people shrink from him as if his blindness were contagious and only when he hobbled to the back of the bus did someone offer him a seat, that someone was an old man, one who would also need the seat, surely. This is nowhere near being sadistic, it is probably not going to create a murderer directly (though indirectly, probably) yet it is a simple evidence to our growing incapability to see that others need aid and to lift that helping hand.
Random rambling on the darker nature of humanity tends to make me feel like i'm being misanthropic, after all, haven't we all felt the cold tendrils of hurt from our peers and fellow humans?
Anyway, gotta sleep, making new transition-progressive-lenses tomorrow that'll cost 500 at elast (according to mommy), so must sleep early so eyes are recharged and superb!!
Also, since i don't really know how to dedicate posts, i'll just say here: Get well soon Bimin and don't be a perpetually-sick kid anymore! =D
heh.
Anyway, I've been reading some books, one of which is Red Dragon. Its apparently a movie but typically of me, i didnt catch it cause noone else wanted to.
The book revolves around a killer, a sociopath to be exact, and the hero Will Graham has to track him down before he murders more, brutally. The legendary Hannibal Lecter appears off and on to provide insights and horrors for the hard pressed Graham, whilst also aiding the Red Dragon. The most gripping chapters were those that laid out the development of the Red Dragon from unfortunately disfigured but nonetheless innocent child to a tortured, schizophrenic sociopath.
The saddest and sickest moments lay not in the killings or the ruthlessness of the murders, or the sadistic nature that the human nature unleashes when pushed to the extremes. Mainly because the extremes are isolated cases, uncommon and hard to create. The horro lies in the way society creates such sociopaths, true the gene for sadism, for being a sociopath or arsonist lies there, but the environment plays an even larger part. The extremes are hard to hit, but cruelty, neglect and exploitation can push one off the cliff of sanity.
The human potential for ruthlessness and our base nature of greed and thus insensitivity can be expressed in many ways. Recently, i've been taking 853 from serangoon and theres always theis sight disabled man calling for aid at identifying buses. Yet each time i am the only one helping him on. On the bus, people shrink from him as if his blindness were contagious and only when he hobbled to the back of the bus did someone offer him a seat, that someone was an old man, one who would also need the seat, surely. This is nowhere near being sadistic, it is probably not going to create a murderer directly (though indirectly, probably) yet it is a simple evidence to our growing incapability to see that others need aid and to lift that helping hand.
Random rambling on the darker nature of humanity tends to make me feel like i'm being misanthropic, after all, haven't we all felt the cold tendrils of hurt from our peers and fellow humans?
Anyway, gotta sleep, making new transition-progressive-lenses tomorrow that'll cost 500 at elast (according to mommy), so must sleep early so eyes are recharged and superb!!
Also, since i don't really know how to dedicate posts, i'll just say here: Get well soon Bimin and don't be a perpetually-sick kid anymore! =D
heh.
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