Status Updates From The Ones Who Walk Away from...

"...It is because of the child that they are so gentle with children. They know that if the wretched one were not there snivelling in the dark, the other one, the flute-player, could make no joyful music as the young riders line up in their beauty for the race in the sunlight of the first morning of summer."

"If the child were brought up into the sunlight out of that vile place, if it were cleaned and fed and comforted, that would be a good thing, indeed; but if it were done, in that day and hour all the prosperity and beauty and delight of Omelas would wither and be destroyed. Those are the terms...."

"The room is about three paces long and two wide: a mere broom closet or disused tool room. In the room a child is sitting. It could be a boy or a girl. It looks about six, but actually is nearly ten. It is feeble-minded. Perhaps it was born defective, or perhaps it has become imbecile through fear, malnutrition, and neglect...."

"It" 😬

here we go finally

"السعادة مبنية على عنصرية عادلة تجاه ما هو ضروري فقط، وما ليس ضرورياً ولا مضراً، وما هو مدمر ومضر."

المشكلة هي أنه لدينا هذه العادة السيئة، بحث من الأدعياء والمتحذلقين، بالنظر إلى السعادة على أنها أمر ساذج وغبي إلى حد ما. وحده الألم عظيم وراقي، وحده الشر مثير للاهتمام."

"لم يكن هؤلاء أناس بسطاء بالرغم من سعادتهم، لكننا لم نعد نستخدم مفردات البهجة بذلك القدر مؤخراً، كما لو أن الابتسامات كلها قد أصبحت من حقبة سابقة."

Holy fuck.