the white man is a sickly beast
a scared beast
The white man fears death
death is not reanimation
death is not an end to suffering
death is the end of the mind
the final event, the final experience erases all previous experiences
The white man has many spiritual and cultural beliefs but every white man knows deep down that when he dies there is nothing left but his kin, his mind evaporates and is no more.
The white man knows that suffering never ends, it is eternal. There will always be someone to suffer.
When the plenty runs out the white man embraces the suffering and cherishes it. What drive better than pain? Than knowledge of things that have been and things to come? The constant reminder that life is painful, even when times are plenty, drives the white man for something more. Something… Forever out of reach.
Yet, this impossible dream does not discourage the white man. It angers him. The white man will never accept death. Even when the last wind leaves the white man and his body is but a shell there is no acceptance of death but resistance.
That is how the barren fields appear to the white man as undeveloped fields. The angry aggressive beasts appear to the white man as untamed beasts.
So he strives in this endless struggle. To improve. To organize. To look in the face of chaos and find patterns that will bring him infinitesimally closer to his goal. That impossible goal. Something more. Something better. Some way forward in light of the path behind. A white man hungers even when there is plenty. No luck of nature nor random disaster will ever change this because these are mere whispers of the eternal struggle.
