The hippie movement fucked up one thing quite significantly in their exploration of the unconscious mind. The feelings you find within... That tell you how God wants people to be people. They're not giving you the hard oversimplified feelings of peace. It resembles peace, however it is not peace. God would never establish a people who behave in this manner and then tell them to stop this is not what you are meant to be, God would never tell you to HARD DENY the easily observable prime fundamental aspects of our personhood. God is telling you to SAVE US, SAVE US from our personhood, SAVE US from what makes us what we are, SAVE US from what we will never be able to stop. FOREVER. Sometimes what this means is laying down your weapons, sometimes what this means is dropping acid in a war zone and becoming perfect warrior.
There is a layer of war that is too much for people to acknowledge. Yes yes, the horrible brutality everybody knows how to not really properly acknowledge that. We know how to romanticize it, we know how to pretend we're making it real, most of us are not dreamy headed enough to place our full personhood within it. People who fancy themselves dreamy headed enough often hit an instant block, they place themselves within it from the perspective of playing a video game. They don't think they're doing it, however there is a certain mental wall. What they don't want to look at is moments like... A soldier approaches the enemy, they see the little glint in their eye that states I have been noticed, I have been acknowledged. They decided to focus their attention on something less life threatening. Uh. Ooookay... Goodbye. And that's it, there goes twenty years of life build up, all of the knowledge gained, everybody who loved you will never see you again, if they knew why they would curse you forever. That's the secret every military person holds on all of you, there is a level of DUH within the nature of reality that you cannot take. You keep it a secret from your wife, you keep it a secret from you children. You can... Try to tell them... ... ... Within the feelings of romanticized war detachment? And then... Try to bring them... Into... How I see it. From. The starting position of romanticized war detachment. This is the world your husband and father lives in. Nah.
My paternal grandfather did not care for Saving Private Ryan. You're giving the innocent idiots far too much. YES it is, that very closely resembles what is real. What is REAL is NOT for THEM. You KEEP THEM in their OWN LITTLE WORLD. My family would try to take this to "You're just traumatized by your own experience." and he would say something like "YES, yes I am. You don't understand..."
We've done a lot of work in turning our human experience into a video game in matters of war. And I have to say I do love it and we are to continue to use it. OBVIOUSLY you make the weaponry look and sound as cool as you possibly can, old people. NO this isn't a GAME, young people. Just take the two apart, you're both right, the old people technically fucking win but nevertheless we're doing this. See, now, none of you ever played these video games on a psychedelic with a good enough imagination, OHHHH I get it, I get life, SNIPER warrior. A lot of you young people have entered into a really fucked up psychosis over your experience, over half of you are self fragmented and the person in the fragmentation isn't even real he doesn't even exist. WELL. Fucking. If he DIES, then, you're never really going to find out oh he actually did exist, didn't he?
War as a Child
Childhood Memory Function in War: Foreword by Kit Carruthers