Killing Palestinian children rises to an industrial level
And stepping back to the late 19th century and slow walking to now, mass murder is all goodness spun correctly. Covid shots let's say.
https://www.middleeastmonitor.com/20250414-killing-palestinian-children-rises-to-an-industrial-level/
In the end of course mass murdering the Other is all too inhuman. I say this because the human being occupies a high place, despite the Fall from a much higher moral standard of the Bronze Age.
In the thought of Berdyaev, the arrival of technics in the modern period opens up a whole new chapter in humanity's relationship to the cosmos.1 With technics the relationship of spirit to reality (matter) is involved. The creative human spirit relates to nature as it invents machines and technology out of physical elements; thus, the arrival of technics is a phase in humankind's spiritual development. Yet the arrival of technics also signals humanity's enslavement to objects in the world. This is true as far as humanity has abandoned spiritual aims and values. It has begun to look to the earth and the miracles of applied science to provide life with an ultimate meaning and happiness.
A novel reality has entered history. It is human organization. Because it is neither organic nor inorganic reality, technics poses a challenge to human existence. Having separated itself from God and spiritual values, modern humanity pridefully turns exclusively to the construction and organization of its material world to find meaning, happiness, and security. Technics is precisely the means by which modern humanity, apart from God, and by its own devices, seeks to achieve desired beneficial ends for itself.
Then another Christian writer and religious thinker comes to mind-
Leon Bloy.
Paradise Lost.]
Look about you on the distant mountains, on all the balconies of the horizon; look at those panic-stricken heads, those millions of faces taking on expressions of horror and grief as soon as the Fall and the lost Paradise are mentioned. Here is the universal testimony of men’s consciences: the deepest, the most invincible testimony.
There is but one sorrow and that is to have lost the Garden of Delights, and there is but one hope and one desire, to recover it. The poet seeks it in his own way and the filthiest profligate seeks it in his. It is the only goal. Napoleon at Tilsit and a foul drunkard picked up in the gutter have precisely the same thirst. They must have the water from the Four Rivers of Paradise. All know instinctively that it cannot be bought too dearly. The ditch digger and the tinker spend their fortnight’s salary on it, and Napoleon, four million men.
Ask the dog, the cat, the horse, the dead bee, the roadkill; do you live there in the Garden? It is a matter of perspective. There are stinging and sharp things there, it was never meant to be safe there. One always must have one's wits at the ready.