Bahanur Madanoğlu
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Joined on January 2023
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"Never fall in love?"
"Always," said the count. "I am always in love."
176 syf.
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To the youth, the fighters seemed like animals thrown for a death struggle into a dark hole.
War, the red animal—war, the blooddrinking god—would have what it wanted.
In this place the youth felt that he was an outsider. This forgot ten part of the battleground was owned by the dead men, and he hur ried with the crazy fear that one of the bloody forms would rise and tell him to go.
The sound of death was far away. It seemed now that Nature had no ears. The scene gave him assurance. This was a place holding life. It was the religion of peace. It would die if its calm eyes were compelled to see the blood. He believed Nature to be a woman with a deep unwillingness to see suffering.
He was crushed beneath the feet of an iron injustice. He had proceeded with wisdom and sense, only to be defeated by hateful circumstances.
A dull, animallike revolt against his companions, against war, against fate, grew within him. He walked along with his head down, his brain suffering and full of despair.
Indifference of Nature
As he gazed around him, the youth felt a flash of surprise at the blue, pure sky and the sun shining on the trees and fields. It was wonderful that Nature had gone quietly ahead with her golden process in the middle of so much devilment.
War *show of power
He instantly saw that it would be impossible for him to escape from the regiment. It enclosed him. And there were iron laws of custom and law on four sides. He was in a moving box.
As he realized this fact, he thought that he had never wished to come to the war. He had not joined the army by his own choice. He had been dragged by a merciless government. And now they were taking him out to be killed.
There was a gentleness in the soft winds; and the whole feeling of darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for himself in his sorrow.
War novel
"You be careful, Henry, and take good care of yourself. Don’t think you can beat the whole rebel army at the start, because you can’t. You’re just one little fellow among a lot of others, and you have to keep quiet and do what they tell you. I know how you are, Henry."
...başkalarının zihni bulanıksa, başkaları acı çekiyor ve ihtiyaç içindeyse, ben huzurumun tadını nasıl çıkarabilirim?
Doğamızın iblisleri toplumdan uzak durmayı çoğunlukla sever; hiç kimse, kendine karşı, yalnız kişiden daha korunmasız değildir. Kişi nin kendini öylece toplumdan soyutlayabileceğini ve bir şekilde huzura yahut kemale erebileceğini ya da toplumdan kopabileceğini düşünmek bir hatadır. Çoğu zaman bunu yapmak uygunsuz, bencilce ve hatta korkakçadır. Kimi istisnalar dışında, toplumdan uzaklaşmanın yegane muteber biçimi geçici olanıdır.
Manevi hayatımızda, görünürde iki yönlü bir değişim oldu: Bir yandan dinsel fikirlerin maneviyatı bir dizi ürüne (kişisel gelişim kitapları, ünlülerin yaptıkları videolar ve "New Age" inançlarıyla ilgili sığ ama zararsız malzeme) indirgeyerek metalaşması; öte yandan rekabetçi, hasta ve aşırı kalabalık bir toplumun temelinde neredeyse kaçınılmaz biçimde yatan o ruh hastalığının inkarı.
Çoğumuz için tek sahicilik alanı kişisel olan: Siyasal ve sosyal kamusal alan telafisi imkansız bir biçimde yozlaşmış gibi görünüyor.
Kendi içine kapanma, sessiz kalma; kontrol edilebilir, sınırlı bir alan talebi yaygındır ve sahicilik özlemi köklü bir manevi ihtiyaç olarak değil, tedavi edilebilir bir nevroz türü olarak sunulmaktadır. Şart larımdan rahatsızsam ya stresten (tamamen işe ilişkin bir olgu) yahut ilaçlar, egzersiz rejimleri ve daha çok dışarıya çıkmakla tedavi edilebilecek depresyondan mustaribim demektir şimdi. Hepsinden daha önemlisi de, ihtiyaç duyduğumuz ve istediğimiz şeyin bir yol değil eşya; düşünmek değil eğlenmek; sistem değil düzen olduğuna nasıl ikna edildiğimizdir.
