Looks like topic of death is not going away. Malaysian Airlines tragedy has a heartbreaking and a very sinister side to it. It made me think about the worth of human life and fragility of human body. When people leave our lives permanently, they get stuck in a weird limbo between past and the future. Some people would also call it present, the only problem – with death there is no present.
You memory holds you hostage in the past and your wishful thinking leaves a vacuum feeling in your future. Either way you can’t be.
Malaysian Airlines MH17 tragedy is a horrific example of everything that’s wrong with modern world. Hunger for power and control that sees no boundaries. This crash basically dismisses everything we have fought for all these years, especially acknowledgement of value of the innocent human life. I can’t even tell which emotion has stronger presence in me – anger, grief, fear, utter helplessness, more anger. Blame game that is being played by politicians this moment doesn’t make it any easier to pick any sides. If there is anything in this political hot potato that can be good for the world, is seeing how nobody is innocent in this war. Too late for good cop/bad cop games. Right now our task is to try and avoid Franz Ferdinand moment of 1914.
No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it. – Albert Einstein
298 people perished in the air at the moment of attack. 298 lives and each of them had a change to change the world, make the difference, save life, create life and make somebody very happy. And that isn’t even enough to define the value of what one human life can make. Life that sparked in a blink of an eye, been taken away just as swiftly. Media does a good job showing us raw facts about the fate of MH17 passengers, or more precisely, what is left of them. Speaking profoundly of the deceased yet forgetting that these people had private lives up till the moment when photographs of their corpses were wildly shared on social media. From one angle – it’s a sharing of the information, from another – it’s a severe breach of privacy at the worst timing possible.
Body parts scattered across the sunflower field. That’s all. These are just bodies now, merely an organic material that decomposes just as anything else that has expiration. Just yesterday they were somebody’s father, son, daughter, wife, boyfriend. What do you call them now? Body of somebody who used to be? Yet our fascination with death is insatiable. Knowing we will all pass away sooner or later, we still can’t help but try to come as close to death as possible, especially if it has nothing to do with us. I can only think of one word – curiosity. But this post isn’t about our grounded instincts, it’s about people who didn’t die in a dignified way, in the midst of nasty war without a cause, a war that can’t be won.
No matter who the executioner is or was in this tragedy, calling these people animals would be an insult to an animal. If pure evil exists, this is what it looks like.
Also little is being spoken of the fact that about 100 of the passengers were on their way to the AIDS 2014 conference held in Melbourne, among them some of the leading researchers of the field. Perhaps stating that the cure to AIDS was on that plane, regardless in what form, isn’t exaggeration. Conspiracy or not, this particular loss is not only loss for individual families, it’s a massive loss for humanity. It caries an incredibly dark irony. It also caries awfully bitter understanding that we’ve lost the battle of good and evil.
And it’s not the first time in our history this happened. That land has seen lots of horrid history through the centuries. It caries a dark shadow. Little known fact, but this land is a witness of immense suffering of people who perished under the soviet regime in early 1930s in a man made famine that killed up to 7.5 million Ukrainians. While media is accentuating the idyllic picture perfect view of a sunflower fields, the horror that lurks in there is bone chilling and cannot be comprehended under no circumstances. The people in the photograph above are just miners who worked hard all their lives underground, now are being summoned to perform this morbid task of collecting death that came from the sky. Ironic little sad world it is.