The Addiction

'It began in the early morning.

'The American soldiers were under orders to search and destroy enemy positions.

'They came upon the village at dawn.

'What they did in that place later shocked the world.

'The administration, sensitive to world opinion,

'brought to trial the men responsible and found them guilty.

'Justice, though blind, was served.

'The conscience of an outraged society was temporarily satisfied.'

It's the whole country. They were all guilty.

How can you single out one man?

Well, you can't jail a whole country, you know. They needed a scapegoat.

He was the unlucky one who got caught.

No, I don't think luck had anything to do with it.

I mean, how did he get over there? Who put the gun in his hand?

They say that he was guilty of killing women and babies.

How many bombs were dropped that did the exact same thing?

How many homes were destroyed? Who's in jail for that?

What do you want me to say? The system's not perfect, you know.

People just wanted to show their disgust at what was happening.

And justifiably so, I mean...

I'm not saying it wasn't justifiable.

I'm only saying that if you're gonna prosecute war crimes,

you'd better make sure that more than one man takes the blame for everything.

It's ridiculous.

So, what are you... Where are you going?

Uh... I got to meet my brother.

- Okay, I'm gonna go this way. - Alright. See you.

Nice night.

Look at me and tell me...

to go away.

Don't ask. Tell me.

Please.

Oh, please don't hurt...

You think that's gonna stop me?

No. Please.

Collaborator.

Want to know what's gonna happen? Just wait and see.

Okay, lady, we'll get a description of the perp out to the sector guys in the area.

You see her again on the street, just call 911.

If we happen to pick her up,

you're gonna have to come into the station house to view a line-up.

- That's it? - You're lucky she didn't cut your throat.

'Paging Dr. Simpson.'

Oh, my God.

No.

Oh, fuck!

Yeah.

One aspect of determinism is manifested in the fact

that the unsaved don't recognize the sin in their lives.

They're unconscious of it.

They don't suffer pangs of conscience because they don't recognize evil exists.

This is because they're all predestined to hell

and therefore never brought to the light of metanoia,

or conversion,

which is a work of grace only in a believer's life,

so when considering the salvatory aspect of facing guilt,

suffering is a good thing.

We should all hope to feel guilty, to feel pain,

so we can seek pardon and ultimately freedom.

Guilt is a sign that God is working out your destiny

and it's a foolish person who refuses to acknowledge this.

Now in the text of the institutions, if you look on page 36...

Kathleen?

If we look on page 36...

'Dr Moreiro. Dr Moreiro, please.'

Hi, Kathy. I'm your attending physician.

How do you feel?

Well, the tests so far do not indicate anything serious,

and the, uh... wound shows absolutely no infection.

The AIDS virus couldn't manifest itself so quickly, if you're curious about that.

What we really think is going on is that you probably have some chronic anemia

which has been exacerbated by this traumatic event.

We're just gonna keep you here for a few days.

Build you up with fluids and iron.

You should be on your way in no time.

Any questions?

And if you need help in the meantime, just ring for the nurse, okay?

- Hi. - Oh, hi.

Where have you been?

In the infirmary. I haven't been feeling well.

Oof! You're not kidding. You don't look so good.

Mm. Did they give you something for it?

Medicine's just an extended metaphor for omnipotence.

- They gave me antibiotics. - I hope you're taking 'em.

Yeah, of course.

- What are you looking at? - I don't know.

I didn't mean to stare.

You alright?

Yeah.

Did you read the assignment for the Cassidy seminar?

Yeah, I did. You get through it?

They're all liars. Let 'em rot with cancer.

We'll see what they have to say about free will.

How can you eat and read that stuff at the same time?

What is with you?

Ever question the sanity of bothering to do a dissertation on these idiots?

Well, it's either this or an E.D.D. It's our only other option.

- Have you seen the exhibit? - Uh-uh.

- You wanna go? - Yeah, I'll meet you after class.

Okay.

'This is what the Germans did. Let there be no mistake about it.

'Did deliberately and slowly,

'to doctors, authors, lawyers, musicians,

'to professional people of every kind...'

'I know clearly one half of the truth

'and that is one half more than they recognize.

'The old adage from Santayana,

'that those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it,

'is a lie.

'There is no history. Everything we are is eternally with us.

'Our question is, therefore, what can save us from our crazy insistence

'of spreading the blight in ever-widening circles?'

"'Being and Nothingness", "Being and Time."'

"Ideas", "Sickness unto Death." Kierkegaard.

"Will to Power". Nietzsche.

For next week, I want you to finish the first 120 pages

of Sartre's "Being And Nothingness".

Are there any questions?

Okay, class dismissed.

I heard you weren't feeling well. Are you alright now?

Yes, thanks.

- Do you still want to meet at seven? - Yes.

You can bring whatever you've done so far.

Okay.

And maybe we can grab something to eat while we're at it.

That's fine.

- You sure you're up to it? - Yeah.

'It makes no difference what I do, whether I draw blood or not.

'It's the violence of my will against theirs.'

Is there something wrong?

You haven't said a word all night long.

Silence has two aspects,

one according to Sartre, the other to Max Picard.

- Why don't you guess why I'm quiet? - To amuse you?

What is it? Did I say something to upset you?

You're too egotistical, Professor.

True, but what is it? What's wrong?

Look, it's getting late. Uh... we ought to get to work.

Some things are more important than others.

Besides, aren't you the one who eschews speculative philosophy?

I've come to terms with my existence,

applying what I've learned to my own being.

We'll get to the thesis in good time.

Such sad music, isn't it?

Oh, it's making me depressed.

Let's go.

Listen...

- I think I'd better go home. - I don't.

Please. Come on in. Come on in.

It hasn't been the most enjoyable evening, you know.

Shh, come on.

So, do you want something to drink?

- What do you got? - Anything you want.

Hold on a minute. I got something.

Dependency is a marvelous thing.

It does more for the soul than any formulation of doctoral material.

Indulge me.

Give me your arm.