We, human beings, have a never ending fascination with violence. Gore sparks a unanimous curiosity. Uncontrollable rage attracts our attention over love anytime. Now, a lot of us are ashamed of such an interest. We may try to avoid this animosity, but take a look at the factors around us everyday.
The media is the master of our minds. They decide what we want, and when we want it. They decide who we will like, love, desire. And they are responsible for over half of the telepathic terrorism. Through television, movies, commercials, magazines, they expose us to brutal scenes and situations. Just as sex sells, violence does too. Not just violence, but death, injury, sadistic humor, pointless murder, and gruesome details.
When we see the human body being slashed open, ripped to shreds, crushed to a fine powder, we are convinced, proven of our mortality. When I was a child, I thought anatomy was a joke, a theory. It couldn't possibly be true that we were full of bones and veins and gooey wo