'Progress is a comfortable Disease'
-- E.E. Cummings.


Living things contain a diversity of DNA, a diversity of ways of persisting.
Some things persist, some things don't.

The majority of those which survive, whose lineage is passed down, and are
mentioned in legend, are the victors. History is written by them. They are
the beginning, and the end. That which drives men to war, to fight for some
cause they believe is right, is the same primoridal urge that the lion fights
for, the reason the predator sees fit to dominate, to expand. To destroy.

History has proved that the good will conquer. That good will overcome evil,
and fight the valient struggle, and emerge the victors. That to survive war,
conflict, and live to pass on your valiant lineage to the next generation is
somehow noble, and an admirable thing to do. And perhaps then, it was.

Now, it is more complex. Surviving as a byproduct of something else, as a
faceless facet of an organisation or social heirarchy, where the idea of the
individual does not exist, is not only accepted, but encouraged. To contribute
to society is no longer a requirement. The weak die young, and we crouch to
let them stand.

A society that values social standing over the means through which it was
achieved, has reached an evolutionary local maximum. It is its own bastard
offspring, evolved through nepotism and corruption, and it breeds only its
own particular kind of survival of the fittest; where the most devious, or
the luckiest live, and the rest lie crippled in the flotsam of a society
which has forgotten how to function.

Which -is- the greater crime? The death of the body or of the mind? Does it
matter? So long as death in general is classed as a crime? I used to think so.

Nepotism, curruption, and the breakdown of society can be remedied, through
faith, and the realisation of the dream of a fair society, without need of
such needless waste of physical life. These are possible, and everyone can
regain the dignity they deserve.

Death of the body is the end.

This war will end. Even if it kills me.