When acts scandalize me, it is easy to fall into a radicalism that denigrates the perpetrator of these acts the simple right to exist. Cruelty, terrorism, perversion, psychopathic or bureaucrat insensitivity, idolatry, how can such individuals be part of the scene? My disgust easily extends to the one who tries to explain the origin of the deviances, as if his speech were a justification for it. I refuse to hear anything about the seeds of evil. Their mere knowledge is already contamination. Entering me, can they not create a leniency and then insinuate themselves odiously in my own way of seeing the world?
This fear actually reveals that these concepts are already in me, carefully buried, tied up. I’m afraid to wake them up. Egocentrism, anger, fear, aggressiveness, concupiscence, I do not need to hear about these excesses to know them as omnipresent as conquering and stupid. The pervert has freed from acts that I strive to retain. He has to pay dearly for his inconsistency, otherwise it is my own efforts that seem ridiculous.
I denigrate my opponent’s being, not because I discover it, but on the contrary because I know his existence for a long time. Inside me he lost the battle and ended up in the jail. But nothing disappears from the mental field. The old enemy lurks. To explain is not to justify it, but it is already to revitalize it. Sympathizers come to talk to it through the bars.
I prefer to prohibit visits.
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