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I personally don't like talking about religion and politics. Actually I do love to. Only I avoid them.

People start talking about it and end up yelling and cursing and of course nobody wants to change their mind. Usually these sessions end up with someones feelings hurt, no progress will have been made. In cases where nothing evil happens, all the people are either detached, which is very good, because this is real productivity. Or all the discussors have similar views. Which makes them all agree with one another and this makes them think that they are correct. And the problem with this is that they usually aren't. And this can be problematic, because this drives one to be more unaccepting of opposing ideas. So what happens? The whole world splits into bunches of people with similar opinions and lots of people never know anything properly.

Human pride is the problem. Nobody ever likes to accept anything different or new. Even if they actively try to be so, ESPECIALLY in controversial matters such as religion, sex and ethics. Everyone wants to be correct and who the hell can blame us eh?

Many Lives, Episode 2

Vik stared at the blood on the floor, his sister was writhing painfully on the floor, flowing red. The Arabic man with a red sword was shouting at the bank manager invoking Allah's curses and saying Quranic passages and saying something about 'keys'. Three other middle east men stood nearby, pointing guns at a petrified hostage crowd. She was going to die in front of them, she was barely alive. Vik stared. His mother held him tightly and he could feel her shaking. It was a nightmarish hell. He tried waking up. He didn't.

Vik's full name was Ranavik Jenson. Everyone called him Vik. He parents were Finnish, but he grew up in the States. His parents immigrated there before he was born and were thoroughly settled. "I don't know what Dad does, something at the Embassy", was his answer when his friends asked him what he does. His Mom was a Doctor. Rarely at home.

Vik hated religion. He cared about was his sister, and she was gone. He grew up with her his whole life. And ofcourse, she was old enough to be his mother.

He looked back at Jack, decided to ignore him and walked on. He couldn't be late for his date. It was evening. Almost dark. Jack had always tried to be a maverick. No one ever let him, ofcourse.

Vik thought about his 'dark' past. It wasn't so dark he told himself, smiled involuntarily and walked on. It wasn't so dark. He just blew things to epic proportion is his mind.