this is how the world REALLY goes down...

Stupid news people. Some part of them must get excited when crap like this happens. It's not their fault of course... It's just so parasitic.
It would make sense for the world to start at a point, at every individual's point (in the subjective reality, not the objective one I'm obsessing over), and radiate outward. That's how this poet looked at time... I can't remember his name. But time until Christ spiraled in, getting more compact and full of compassion, and time after Christ spiraled out, losing His qualities, losing consistancy, repeating itself in so many ellipses.
We must be getting to one of the further spirals. Maybe we're spiralling down into the catacombs of Dante's hell.
It would make sense that everything, as those individual spirals of life (not time now) got larger, they would be less focused, less clear, less important. I guess that's how individual life works. I sit here complaining about the boy I love and the horrible situation that we're in while people so far away die, and this love crisis is more real to me. But that must prove an objective world... a place where nothing is spiralled, a globe where what is important is what is on everyone's mind...
I don't know. I'm so disappointed in the world. And in myself, for caring so much about something so small, when something so huge and so far away is marking the destruction of everything.

Do you know what war is? War is selfish, religiously-corrupted iconic idols (Voldemort was a great man... evil, yes, but great... Hitler was a great man...) moving about pawns without covering their back... Their citizens are just pawns in the chess game. They don't really matter, in the end, no matter how stacked up they are. All that matters is whose king is dead.