The chisel does not think when striking the marble. It does not ponder it's existence. It does not ponder it's purpose; the moral right or wrong of the carving. The chisel is simply a tool in the hands of the artist, an instrument. The artist must place the chisel carefully, deliberately. And yet, the artist, who has been commissioned by the wealthy collector, does not have true freedom either. In a sense the artist is the tool of the employer.
We dehumanize the weapon, for it is simply a tool. But is the solider not an instrument of the army? And is an army not an instrument of a government, which is an instrument of a specific philosophy?
So here you sit, blogging away on your keyboard.
Have you stopped to think who controls the tool which is YOU?
And for what purpose?
Replies encouraged.
Poet is listening to: Tool - Useful Idiot