Beweisstück 64 auf die Frage, warum ich Fiktion meist doch bevorzuge. Ich war Sonntag auf einer Lesung, das war viel Inspiration und Unterhaltung, auch weil der Autor Alexander Hacke ein Mark-Twain-Zitat erwähnte, oder wie er es benutzte: „Fiktion muss Sinn ergeben.“ Ich habe anschließend danach gesucht und mehrere Varianten gefunden, aber meine Güte, als ich das hörte, fiel mir fast das Getränk aus der Hand. Eingebung trifft es relativ gut.

„It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.“ Mark Twain

Besonders mit Reflexion einiger Schlüsselmomente meines Lebens, wo ich bis heute vergeblich nach Logik¹, Kausalität und Gerechtigkeit suche, passt dieser Satz einfach sehr präzise.

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„We’re the middle children of history, with no special purpose or place. We don’t have a great war in our generation, or a great depression. The great depression is our lives. The great war is a spiritual war.“

„We were raised by television to believe that someday we’ll all be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars — but we won’t. And we’re learning that fact.“

„I Am Jack’s Complete Lack Of Surprise.“

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„I’ve seen horrors…horrors that you’ve seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that…But you have no right to judge me. It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means.

Horror. Horror has a face…And you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces…Seems a thousand centuries ago…We went into a camp to innoculate the children. We left the camp after we had innoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn’t see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every innoculated arm. There they were in a pile…A pile of little arms. And I remember…I…I…I cried… I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized…like I was shot…Like I was shot with a diamond…a diamond bullet right through my forehead…And I thought: My God…the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters…These were men…trained cadres…these men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love…but they had the strength…the strength…to do that.

If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral…and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordal instincts to kill without feeling…without passion… without judgement…without judgement. Because it’s judgement that defeats us.“

„They train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won’t allow them to write fuck on their airplanes because it’s obscene!“ #

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