Killing As Hobby
Hatred Bound In Skin
Killing as hobby Ending life as stress relief Hatred bound in skin
The other day I came across a photograph of the proud and extremely-pleased-with-himself big-game hunter standing over a recently-killed lion. One superior foot on the dead large cat-body. It is hands down one of the most disgusting images I have ever seen. It exemplifies the slime that courses at the very bottom of the human chasm of hatred.
How can one hate life that much?
And then to proudly announce and broadcast this hatred to the entire world (via social networks). I try to creep into this man’s skin and walk and inch or two in it, but I just cannot fathom. Cannot fathom.
I can only surmise that this proud hunter is so far removed, spiritually, from what is right and good in this world as to not even have the faintest clue. Can one forgive such fundamental ignorance? Not easily, but one has to try, in the end, one has to forgive.
What was it Jesus said on the cross: “Father, forgiven them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
Well, in my book, it will take a Father or a Jesus-caliber saint to find such forgiveness. Meanwhile, the very mortal and un-saint-like me will just continue to fail to fathom.
© Wolfstuff
