I haven't been doing alot of things. I haven't been bringing my Complex Numbers near completion, neither have I got the time to blog. All was a chain reaction, and the trigger was this book named "Nineteen Minutes" by Jodi Picoult.
"In nineteen minutes, you can mow your front lawn, colour your hair, watch a third of a hockey game, or get your tooth filled by a dentist. In nineteen minutes, you can bake scones and fold laundry for a family of five.
In nineteen minutes, you can bring the world to a screeching halt.
In nineteen minutes, you can get revenge.
All in nineteen minutes."
Following the book was like watching Columbine Massacre, or even the most recent Virginia Tech rampage, scene by scene, shot by shot. Then you are engaged in a quest to find out the reason why - why such rampage ever takes place. But you are not presented the facts in black and white in the form of a sheet in front of you. You'll have to draw inferences from the words - words people say, words of people's thoughts, and of course, words that outline people's actions in the book. Then you think, think what is the cause for such atrocity.
Once I started, I had no intention to stop halfway.
I always think that metaphorically speaking, many human feelings are likened to snowball rolling. If experienced time and again, they intensify - the snowball gets bigger. If left untouched, no efforts done to dim their effects on one's fragile soul, this snowball keeps rolling, and gaining in size. Over time, this snowball may get too big and gets out of your hands, out of your control, and it plunges all the way down the hill, crashing into a village at the bottom.
And BOOM. You've got your Virginia Tech incident.
Outsiders perceive this as an unfortunate event, but really (in Mrs Loke's tone), it is up to us to find out the true cause. If you are living near that hill, you'll be able to see evidences of this snowball increasing in size, however subtle they are.
I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to say. I just feel this uncanny feeling of a deja vu as I was reading. Are there similar instances of snowballs rolling amongst us? Are there people inflicting psychological harm to others without conscience reprimanding themselves? Are there, delicate feelings intensifying with each passing day without any one of us being aware of it?
