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Every now and then we realize just how fragile our little realities are. My psych law class today chilled me. We watched a video of a forum in the US in the early '80s of justice professionals. The video highlighted just how subject to the arm of the law we are. The point my prof really wanted to make was that justice professionals think in a very different way than we expect them to. In particular he has been very jaded about the character of prosecutors.
He ranted about how their goal is to get convictions and they largely don't give a damn about innocnce and guilt. It's terrifying really, the stories he tells. It is clear from his anecodotes that blatant and heinous miscarriages of justice occur in this world for no reason other than people being committed to "being right" rather than doing the right thing.
Indeed...when I think even about the horrible accidents that can happen....that seem all too common but that we all think will never happen to us. I absolutely treasure so many things that could be taken from me in a second.,...things I hardly think of....but when I do my stomache churns and my pulse quickens. How would my life change, what would the whole Timbuctoo mess even mean if tommorrow my father died? Or if I lost a limb?
Our lives are much more tenous than we can really imagine or comprehend. How is it that people can not believe in an afterlife...how?
He ranted about how their goal is to get convictions and they largely don't give a damn about innocnce and guilt. It's terrifying really, the stories he tells. It is clear from his anecodotes that blatant and heinous miscarriages of justice occur in this world for no reason other than people being committed to "being right" rather than doing the right thing.
Indeed...when I think even about the horrible accidents that can happen....that seem all too common but that we all think will never happen to us. I absolutely treasure so many things that could be taken from me in a second.,...things I hardly think of....but when I do my stomache churns and my pulse quickens. How would my life change, what would the whole Timbuctoo mess even mean if tommorrow my father died? Or if I lost a limb?
Our lives are much more tenous than we can really imagine or comprehend. How is it that people can not believe in an afterlife...how?
posted by Camel at 10:11 p.m.
1 Comments:
I have no idea, my friend. I cannot imagine going through life with no belief or faith; how terrifying the world must feel then. Hell, it still feels terrifying at times regardless.
I enjoyed this post...inspirational at its core.
xoxo
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