Okay. So it is true that a person can get hurt in this world, just living. Especially so if that person is behaving recklessly and dumb. But, I want to know why we hurt each other? And ourselves. This is by far the most of it, injuries I mean. Down right vicious play, for what? Money? And wars? For what? Money? Property? If a man who sits at a desk offers to pay you vast amounts of money to beat another guy, a stranger who never did you any harm, senseless will you do it? Why?

Can you not say, No?

Why not?

Is it boredom?

If I am a rock star and somebody who wears a suit tells me he will pay me a lot of money to go on the road of his choice and on a rigorous schedule of his making and play many gigs night after night so I will be likely to resort to heavy doses of drugs just to keep my body going to complete the tour, will I?

Can you not say, No?

Why not?

Is it boredom?

Is it something you are trying to prove? Something you feel you must live up to?

Who would ask it of you?

I realized one day that most of it was to please people I detested and thought detested me. That hurt. My pride. And it was pride drove me to it. What?

So many friendly little guys you like have succumbed to a life of pride. Just makes you sad.

I heard that a fellow was a lonely, ugly teenager who had no friends left home completely unprepared to go into the wilderness more or less to die. Got lucky, I guess, and was found by some friendly Navajos who took him in and healed his wounds and then taught him the ways to live out West. When he grew up he repaid them by selling to the Army their secret hiding places for food and the Army used the information to starve them into surrender. Golly, that's sad.

Can you not say, No?

Why not?

I wonder.