There is a lot of silence these days, and apparently its dangerous enough so that I shouldn't be saying so much, or supposedly this way, but fortunately (living in America) provides these sorts of freedoms of opinions, at least one should gather, and those deviating from the customary language of dealing with the happenstance matters of life that were perceived neither consequential much to the affairs of anything else, or were disinterested in varying degrees.  On the one hand, it seems something of horror lurks in the nooks but at least neither so obvious as in the case, of heads gruesomely  placed upon pikes surrounding the castle, or the sort of indifference were someone were slow in coming to fetch something or other, these were supposedly and suggested to be embedded and interwoven into the nature of one's active life.  At least if affairs were less obviously disrupted to the degree that outside of the dungeon, everything looks like its in working functional order , all must be right anyways.  Other absurdities entailed were such to the extent of dealing with something of craziness in general, and here I should be reminded of this sort of logic how possibly insane and idiotic could it be, could it get?  Here you resort to the golden standard, that law abiding societies love law and order, and hadn't resorted to barbarism of centuries past (or even decades, or years, days, minutes or seconds ago).   In passing, one could could be called a mess, but really, it isn't because you were locked in some deep cavernous abyss (waiting for things supposedly to subside) but that you were in the same ways as before went about a similar cautious routine of getting out but not a whole lot.  On the one hand, the typical operands of the world, were active enough, the same usual rhythmic sway of traffic (that would be the same likely even if a large meteor were on a collision path with Earth), or at least one should sense things likely in this way, the freeways would be typically congested with those out to club and totally unaware that their world were really coming to an end, and that is the sadness of this mysterious world, filled with its horror, and then seemingly  tranquil and peaceful alike.  Here one couldn't describe that other nature, of the other part of the world that one should scarcely know or want to know really, for that part, even then you refuse to pay service to a great social conditioning project which seemingly would have anything suggested that were natural to one's condition  at that were something sadly of a given societies life blood. 

You wait to hear the words, 'No one really cares, because inevitably enough people have been caught up in tragedy having witnessed, having heard and so forth so much that social conditioning has made any number of horrors common place."  Its why some societies hadn't considered dead bodies floating in a water way a cause for alarm while others had, and at that some people could be drinking and bathing from the same river with enough proximity so as to horrify the average westerner.  But when all has reached the level of supermarket sanitation the objections arise, there is a place for horror aside, and a place for the clean and tidy appearances of things.  You were after all raised in that world, not the other, raised to relate generally to the one not the other.  You are to sense the insanity of the objection runs its course as it had over the past millennium seemingly, more important were institutional doctrines and the upholding of this should mean that cute depictions of angels torturing souls were the right reflection of a truly God less society, they play and tinker with their religion and shape it as they like to reflect the service they would have in their temples.  When social conservative movements have arisen and move as it were to their arbitrary whims, it were the sort of orderliness that have been constructed throughout the ages, in consolidating minds and faith in a given universal fashion, more so blasphemy seems defined upon the precept of violating this social order, this disorderly mess of the individual defined by their lack of patriotism as their religion, and that their desire to clean the world up were part of this...here you might have imagined the psychopath with handle bar mustache in the Gangs of New York that were one of those patriotic founders?!  :)

Years have given way to changing occurrences it should seem, or that at least in previous years, the nature of alienation is neither one and the same in time.  Times change, I'd have to admit on the one hand, things seem more tame, I don't see the sorts of TI intrusions or social theater that I might have once seen, but then I don't frequent any of the same places that I used to, but then social habits have changed, and as to years ago, something of an innocence about the old encounters have changed.  Being conditioned to one thing, has led to the fruition of other things one should imagine.  Who cares when many are supposedly suffering, and this is the problem with conflict driven societies, when it seems that other are conditioned to the notion that old taboos are violated and less see any wrong for that.  At least one is to think that some part of the world cared when a part of that world seemingly changed decades ago, hallmarking new characteristics in a given world.   As to change, it seems there is always something of inherent resistance to be found.  When it seems things could change, technologies are not always adopted overnight, and some despite all the reasons for being adopted are much late in being adopted if being adopted period.  Social orders supposedly slow in changing, but often  resistance built inherently into social systems are those that have permitted for any length in time the mechanisms of governance which have been operating.  It seems more obvious that entire systems of caste/class and social order permeate by the persistence of these systems.   The problem with decades of rule as it were without the impetus for reform and change, leads to the likelihood of social and economic stasis one should imagine.  With little or no reforms in sight, and overtures to decades old talk of internal security, it seems more likely continuance of the same conditions for any length of time.  Sadly, the bit of western dialogue that often emerges from this all too known condition is that involvement should be segregated, or happenstance, hallmarked by the necessity of its own security interests relative to another culture that it supposedly little can comprehend, or too much the reminder of decades old culture thinking of its own view of the world.  Here I wonder to what degree the internet or the possibility of easily accessed information has really changed anything?   It is to wonder what precedent state and condition serves as much the catalyst.  At least, by what precedence:  would massacres in this day and age serve more so relative to the past, or would this generation more likely turn a blind eye (so ensconced in console and fictionalized dramas).  Then I am reminded of old photographs where children literally loaded their snowballs with rocks and stones, and would appear severely beaten around the eyes, or sickly violent souls at times that bore little care or empathy one should possibly discern.  At least these sorts of cultures pop up from time to time in past literature to be castigated by their writers, at least for writings speaking of social times, violent and cruel societies come and go, and usually one should imagine aren't remembered as well...at least outside of history, I could scarcely recall, for instance, what good Andrew Jackson did for this country or for that matter likely care, notably, he did bring about the infamy of the Trail of Tears.