"Something important is lost when we perceive history as a series of images (or events) rather than deeds."
I will go one further on this: something important is lost when we perceive history as a series of images, or events, OR deeds: something is lost when we do not think of history as a set of *choices.* Someone is choosing to aim at our ambulances, instead of at our Position 0. It is not a secret where Position 0 is--ours, or theirs. We choose to aim at their soldiers. They choose instead to aim at our hospitals, our humanitarian vehicles, the homes of our grandmothers.
Thank you, K, for spelling it out concretely. When I talk about deeds that's what I mean -- that in every human action (doing), including inaction, there is a choice as to what and how.
Never apologize for silence! Your posts bring home the devastation being inflicted. We need to hear. We may be ravenous for real life news- - but not at an overly burdensome cost to you. We have the luxury of drinking. Some of your friends can only gulp, gulp, gulp. That translation moved me to subscribe. Take care.
Here's the full text of Larysa Venediktova's “Horror Is No Different From a Dream” in English:
https://krytyka.com/en/articles/horror-is-no-different-from-a-dream
"Something important is lost when we perceive history as a series of images (or events) rather than deeds."
I will go one further on this: something important is lost when we perceive history as a series of images, or events, OR deeds: something is lost when we do not think of history as a set of *choices.* Someone is choosing to aim at our ambulances, instead of at our Position 0. It is not a secret where Position 0 is--ours, or theirs. We choose to aim at their soldiers. They choose instead to aim at our hospitals, our humanitarian vehicles, the homes of our grandmothers.
Thank you, K, for spelling it out concretely. When I talk about deeds that's what I mean -- that in every human action (doing), including inaction, there is a choice as to what and how.
Never apologize for silence! Your posts bring home the devastation being inflicted. We need to hear. We may be ravenous for real life news- - but not at an overly burdensome cost to you. We have the luxury of drinking. Some of your friends can only gulp, gulp, gulp. That translation moved me to subscribe. Take care.
Thank you, Louise, for your support -- both moral and monetary : )
Both I and Ukraine's defenders appreciate it!