So... I guess part of what people do on blogs is to write about things they think about and what their opinion is about stuff because it's interesting. And I'm bored.
I was thinking about this KMFDM song on Hau Ruck, "Professional Killer". Somehow I was fascinated by the title of the song when I first heard it. I think it's because the coolest characters everywhere are the professional killers. Think about it... the Terminator, Leon in the Professional, Conan the Barbarian, Marv in Sin City, most any vampire protagonist... and so on. Cool, calm, collected, efficient.
I was reading this article in a magazine early in the morning one time when it was on call, and it was about primitive man. Basically it surmised that people became intelligent when they stopped picking fruit off of trees and started taking on the big beasts. Does this argument really hold any water? I dunno. I don't think monkeys or parrots are predatory but they're smarter than a lot of other animals. But then again it might be true that most hunting animals have to be smarter than the animals they're hunting. In any case, the concept is that being killers changed people from being dopey apes to being cool.
The professional killer is like... the pinnacle of development. Smarter, faster, stronger. Perfect by evolution, design, cunning, or training... the professional killer is made to be better than everything else around because he has to be the best in order to survive.
In training to reach perfection you can just let everything else fall to the side... fatigue, pain, feelings, fear. You become the master of your trade. Life becomes greatly simplified; your target is your primary objective. Outsmart your enemies and destroy them, or die trying. Heart of stone - impenetrable, undistractable, never failing. Mind over flesh, flesh over steel - tear to pieces everything that stands in your way by force of will alone. You become unstoppable.
Not in a literal sense, but as a metaphor it really works for me. It's an ideal that I could never live up to because it's incompatible with my personality. But sometimes it helps to pretend when I'm trying to grind my way through a day that seems to be a 24-hour stretch of mind-numbing misery.
Yours is not to ask why. Yours is to do and die.
I was thinking about this KMFDM song on Hau Ruck, "Professional Killer". Somehow I was fascinated by the title of the song when I first heard it. I think it's because the coolest characters everywhere are the professional killers. Think about it... the Terminator, Leon in the Professional, Conan the Barbarian, Marv in Sin City, most any vampire protagonist... and so on. Cool, calm, collected, efficient.
I was reading this article in a magazine early in the morning one time when it was on call, and it was about primitive man. Basically it surmised that people became intelligent when they stopped picking fruit off of trees and started taking on the big beasts. Does this argument really hold any water? I dunno. I don't think monkeys or parrots are predatory but they're smarter than a lot of other animals. But then again it might be true that most hunting animals have to be smarter than the animals they're hunting. In any case, the concept is that being killers changed people from being dopey apes to being cool.
The professional killer is like... the pinnacle of development. Smarter, faster, stronger. Perfect by evolution, design, cunning, or training... the professional killer is made to be better than everything else around because he has to be the best in order to survive.
In training to reach perfection you can just let everything else fall to the side... fatigue, pain, feelings, fear. You become the master of your trade. Life becomes greatly simplified; your target is your primary objective. Outsmart your enemies and destroy them, or die trying. Heart of stone - impenetrable, undistractable, never failing. Mind over flesh, flesh over steel - tear to pieces everything that stands in your way by force of will alone. You become unstoppable.
Not in a literal sense, but as a metaphor it really works for me. It's an ideal that I could never live up to because it's incompatible with my personality. But sometimes it helps to pretend when I'm trying to grind my way through a day that seems to be a 24-hour stretch of mind-numbing misery.
Yours is not to ask why. Yours is to do and die.