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symbioidlj) wrote2005-03-09 11:48 pm
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http://www.peacemakersguide.org/peace/Peacemakers/Sophie-Scholl.htm
In February 1943, three students from the White Rose, a resistance group in Munich, were arrested, sentenced to death and summarily beheaded. One of them was 21-year-old Sophie Scholl.
The real damage is done by those millions who want to 'survive.' The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honor, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.
In February 1943, three students from the White Rose, a resistance group in Munich, were arrested, sentenced to death and summarily beheaded. One of them was 21-year-old Sophie Scholl.
The real damage is done by those millions who want to 'survive.' The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honor, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.
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Those masses who want to be left alone are often called the Sleepers, and there is a delightful image on the clocktower in Prague where a man is pictured below the astrological images on the clocktower sleeping, apparently unaware of the cosmic music. Seeing how the 'spirited folk' poke fun at the Sleepers can often be amusing.