Brutality and horror are writ upon our genes.
I wonder, in the geological moments after discovering fire, how long it took for Man to first train these monstrous flames on another. Curiosity and morbidity and their unfortunate confluence with intelligence beg for such a dreadful intersection.
It was a prehistoric lab experiment. You know it happened.
And continued to happen.
And has never stopped.
There were no fancy cameras to document this initial venture into brutality millions of years ago, so we allow this blindness to calm our leeriness. We act as if brutality is a strange, alien visitation upon our latest incarnation.
Ridiculous. There is nothing new or shocking; in reality, this might even be tame.