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endsthegame) wrote in
fandomhigh2014-07-23 12:38 pm
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Practical Philosophy, Wednesday
"This is not a particularly kind week in history," Ender said. "It is far from being the worst - but it's terrible enough that, even though most of us are not from this time and place, I feel it might be worth reflecting on the way we process loss."
He took a swig of water from his bottle, then shifted until he was sitting comfortably.
"Every culture treats loss differently," he said. "Even within those cultures, there are spaces - families, schools, groups - that have differing idea about the mourning process, about how much time to pour into it, about how to do it. In fact, we are even cultures in and of ourselves in this; some of us might cry, some of us might channel that energy into other things, some of us may try to show nothing at all."
Guess which one of those categories Ender fell into.
"How do you handle loss? Do you mourn your dead? How? How does your culture handle it, and how much did you learn from it? Twenty-first century Earth has its funerals, its ceremonies, its rage and its vocal sorrow. As for my time - when I grew up, we were largely blunted by loss, numbed by fear. Our sorrow was humancentric, downright xenophobic... and it lasted for many decades."
He took a swig of water from his bottle, then shifted until he was sitting comfortably.
"Every culture treats loss differently," he said. "Even within those cultures, there are spaces - families, schools, groups - that have differing idea about the mourning process, about how much time to pour into it, about how to do it. In fact, we are even cultures in and of ourselves in this; some of us might cry, some of us might channel that energy into other things, some of us may try to show nothing at all."
Guess which one of those categories Ender fell into.
"How do you handle loss? Do you mourn your dead? How? How does your culture handle it, and how much did you learn from it? Twenty-first century Earth has its funerals, its ceremonies, its rage and its vocal sorrow. As for my time - when I grew up, we were largely blunted by loss, numbed by fear. Our sorrow was humancentric, downright xenophobic... and it lasted for many decades."

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