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Antoine A Raphael
Harmony and Contrast, the female impact
It's the story of a young man in deadly situation.
This novel reminds us of the possibility for life to be simple provided that widows, evildoers are not actuated by evil intentions, for no reason besides their vocation for doing others harm.
Perhaps simplicity becomes a challenge to the complexity of our minds with their tendencies to build up sophisticate theories, castles in Spain, pies in the Moon…
Actually, all things considered, life, for example, is relatively simple.
Indeed, we are born, grow up, breathe fresh air, drink water, eat and perform various activities, which don’t require too much. Whatever we need springs from nature, free of charge.
The enormous price tag attached to things happens to betray our own doing, the greed of men and women who won’t hesitate a second to make excessive profits, regardless.
Actually, the elements necessary to life cost us nothing: the heart pumping our blood and allowing us to respire, the brain, this well-structured network ensuring the functionality of our body, the air we breathe, the water we drink, we receive them all from our Common Mother Nature.
Unfortunately, some of the elements indispensable to life such as space, electricity, and water cost us a great deal of money, once the corporations assume the right to privatize their distribution.
However, in the end, everything depends on our generous and good mother.
Even our artifacts originate from nature.
We don’t create anything from scratch, because we can’t stand above or below nature. We are absolutely in its bosom.
Above all I feared I could be sent abroad to fight, kill and be killed. That was so much against my philosophy of life. In fact, why should I go abroad to fight, to kill and be killed for reasons unknown to me? Why should I kill perfect strangers? We couldn't communicate with each other, since we didn't speak the same language. We didn't know each other's names. We didn't wear the same outfits and didn't love the same way. We didn't share the same experiences and patrimony. We didn't have any personal dispute. We ignored everything about each other. What could make me start wishing these perfect strangers evil? Ah! The order to wish them evil, to maim them, to destroy them, would come from my superior officer who would have received it from his commander who would have received it from someone else. By the time it reached me, it would become so impersonal, so cold, and unemotional, that carrying it out would be sensless or would say a lot abouit my own sadism and lack of humanity.