Words, Anger and Hypocrisy

The power of words is something that I have come to understand and appreciate more fully over the past couple of years. This has been primarily the result of this blog and how it draws certain reactions from readers and myself based on the way it is written.

The pleasure of writing and playing with words has made the act of reading even more enjoyable. I've come to love how a change of word here or there can paint a picture more vividly or the bite of sarcasm can be deeper with a touch of alliteration and onomatopoeia. They are just Year 10 English techniques but so often they spring up in the right places to draw you into a world beyond the words on a page. Dickens' art of describing the random irrelevant detail is well known for this, but I prefer the politically minded writing of Orwell that can only be appreciated if you understand his ideology (as is shown by people who can't see the scathing attack on capitalism in Animal Farm)

What I enjoy most about writing is the passion that could be invoked. To turn a thought or a feeling into what appears to be a raging anger or an acidic spit in the face. Furious, desperate anger. Why so much anger? Why not passionate love and kindness? In all honesty - who wants to read about someone elses love? A Mills & Boon will do for that.

But there is also something very tangible and real about such an active emotion as anger (unlike the passive emotion of contentment). I would almost go as far as to say that for me, and indeed others, while witnessing your mind consumed in fury there is something almost art-like in the emotions invoked - like a booming furious Requiem inside your body. And so I endeavour to pour that Requiem onto pages of my diary and this blog.

Much of our passion as humans manifests itself as our ideology. And the direct result of any ideology is hypocrisy. No one who believes in anything can claim to be totally free of hypocrisy. We see it in ourselves and those around us, but we have yet another spare blind eye in our kit bag which we hurl at the mountain of our own and our loved ones hypocrises.

Is that a bad thing? Is there a subjectively determined level of acceptable hypocrisy? What would happen if everyone monitored everyone else for a slip up in their principles? Then again what would happen if everyone cared about the world instead of themselves.....