Sharkwater Documentary Quote

"I think the problem is, that we don't understand what we are. In essence we're, uh, you know, just a conceited naked ape, but in our minds we're some sort of divine legend and we see ourselves as some sort of god, that we can just walk around the Earth deciding who will live and who will die, and what will be destroyed and what will be saved. But the fact is, we're just a bunch of primates out of control.

We're now in the midst of a Third World War, but this time the enemy is ourselves and the objective is to save the planet from ourselves. There is no hope for the masses of humanity to do anything. They never have, they never will. All social change comes from the passionate intervention of individuals or small groups of individuals.

Slavery wasn't ended by any government or any institution. Women got the right to vote not because of any government. The civil-rights movement, the same thing- India with Mahatma Gandhi, South Africa with Nelson Mandela. Again, it's always individuals. You need those individuals with the passion and the energy to get involved. In fact, I don't know of any governments or institutions that are doing anything to solve any of these problems. All over the world, though, I am seeing individuals and non-government organizations that are passionately involved in protecting ecosystems and species, and that's where I see some optimism that's where results are happening."

Source(s):

http://ambientnewworld.freeforums.org/wh…
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Paul_Watson

a rambling

what is it all for?
for growth and purpose..
for experience...
to know what it is to hate
and love simultaneously
that we could call it lovate.
but why call it anything at all?
I stare at people and want to stab them
in the black part of their eye
and when they speak I picture ripping off their lips
and shoving it in their asshole, because I feel
that they are just talking out of their asses.
Politics. The feeling of know what is really going on
and seeing how it's really happening...
and the feeling of wanting to crush everything and
blow things up so that nothing can ever happen.
I see it all.
I can't say anything anymore, because there are no words.
If I could remain silent forever, I would.
And I could twist in my own hatred and passion
until it spews out in the form of creativity
so that everything is painted.
So that everything is broken
Crushed into various art forms
and then I can love it again because it can be beautiful.
All of this ugliness can be beautiful once I destroy it.
Do you know what it's all for?
Do you know why you do the things you do?
I ask myself.
It's all for experience I say.
For growth.
Because I would be nothing without this ride...
Without the knowing of what it is to feel every single emotion.
And then feel nothing.
And hate it.
And wish I could die.
But not because I want to die, not because I hate life, but because after a while
everything is the same.
And nothing really matters anyway.


- end.

the way

the way is long but it is short enough to leave you wanting more.
there is no way but the way you have chosen to go.
the only way to live is to live good, yet the only way to learn is just to live.
those that tell you which way often do not know their own and so it is often best to go your own way.