Rain of Fire

Heh. I'm not really sure what I can do, Lloyd. Maybe I don't really understand what's going on, but that's fine. There're a lot of things I don't understand. I'm not even sure I can grasp a vague notion, but all I need to do is type, right?

Here's the thing. Humans are idiots in so many ways. But in the way humans deal with other humans,. The people around me are wonderful - the sensible middle-class of America. And how is it that people with such amazing minds are dominated by the freaking war-machines that make up our government? Everywhere I go, I hear the voices of people, and I look at the govenment and see something else happening. It's as if we speak and they can hear only what they wish to.

I said there are things I don't understand, didn't I? Here's one of them.

When you want an answer from someone, you ask them the question, don't you? Maybe they don't answer, but you still want to know. You persist, jumping at them insitently, even when they turn a shoulder and try to ignore you. It's an instinct - you don't stop until you have what you want. But the person answers, and the answer angers you. Anger boils into hatred, hatred into blindness - and when you can see again, the world is upside down.

You'd think someone would have realized it by now. And yet...

Torture brings nothing and destroys everything. There's no justification to it, morally or practically. To break into someone's mind with pain...it destroys a life, another mind in a world that is run by minds. It breaks down a person until there's nothing left but rubble, everything valuable crushed and destroyed in the fires of agony. You learn one thing and lose everything. It's like walking into a field of flowers. Instead of admiring the beauty of each flower and the complementing blooms, you pick one flower and leave the rest to burn. The flower you pick wilts, and no one will ever again see the field of flowers.

And to those that know no other way to learn valuable information - torture is a weak walking stick. Consider that the one who says nothing may know nothing. Forcing the innocent to talk will bring nothing but lies. It's the lies that make the walking stick slip when you need its support most.

Torture is the persistent child, hungry for a tidbit of information. Torture is the fire that rages through a field of flowers. The fire roars - the persistent child learns only what angers him. And when the fire is gone, the child sees the world upside down, and the field of flowers is burned.

Heh...what do I know, right? I'm a child, hardly a teenager, and here I am talking about how the leaders of our country should operate.

Baka. While you scorn the voice of a child, millions of other voices speak the same words. And the fields of flowers burn.