We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?

Unready. Unwilling. Can't can't cope. Can't or won't? Can't. They can not. Compassion is not a human characteristic. It's bred into us like a virus. I want to drive that in. Compassion as a virus. Compassion is not innate to human beings. We have to learn it. We are taught and condition to believe it. Rewarded for kindness. Told it should be its own reward but still given sweets when we display it. But we still have to learn it. The disease of kindness. The cancer of empathy. Living a long life when in proximity to others is based on how strong our immune system is against the virus. A disease. We build a resistance to it. We have to as a survival mechanism. Isn't that the truth. Our survival today depends on the ability to block compassion. It used to be physical. Used to have to be fast. Strong. Quick. Now you have to be numb. Absent. If you want to life don't look. KEEP YOUR EYES SHUT. If you look you will feel. If you feel you will want to help. If you help they will all want a piece. They will tear you apart. They all want help. And like sailors turning to sea water from the uncontrollable thirst. They will consume. Consume breed consume. You see it. You do. And you want to help. But you won't. Because it hurts too much. Too much man too much too much. So you invest yourself into your tiny world. Block out the rest. Care about those around you and let the rest of the world rot. Fuck it. They deserve as much. I know that. I do. So why am I still sad? Why does it still hurt? WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH? I guess I am just sick with that virus. It's infected me. I am a carrier of it. I will recommend quarantine before it spreads. God help us if it gets out. HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY. HOLY SHIT.