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| 06.17.04 (8:41 pm) [edit] |
Today was not so bad until I read the news at night. There had been two horrible homicides related to kids in the past year in my city. One of those cases was solved, and the suspect’s confession was published in the papers today. After reading it, my mind just didn’t know which way to think. On one hand, I was weakened by sadness and concerns. On the other hand, I was strengthened by anger and resolution to destroy evil.
In the statement of facts, the suspect admitted that he had fantasized having sexual relationship with children for the longest time. He pointed out that his fantasy was often conveniently satisfied and amplified by the child porn sites on the web. He even wondered why nobody would do something about those sites, as they really fuelled the desires of many sick minded people. The sad and horrible thing is, this suspect lived a normal life. He never even stalked children. All he did was hid behind his computer, and fed himself the “dark secret” until finally one day he carried out the act.
This reminded me of a short story which I heard from a friendly stranger about two weeks ago:
There was this wise elder and his grandson sitting by the campfire. The elder was trying to explain to his young apprentice the philosophy of moral struggle. “In every man, there is the good side of him and there is the evil side of him. Just like two dogs living inside him, one good and one bad. They constantly fighting each other in order to control the man.” The young grandson looked at him, amazed. “Then, who won?” The elder smiled and said, “The dog that you feed.”
Whatever personality type we are, there is always this question of morality. Some personality types may have a stronger sense of right and wrong than the others, but none of them are perfect. I hope that we really know which dog we are feeding. The consequence of feeding the wrong dog is simply tragic.
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