there's a nordic artist who assembles machines that have only one function, to destroy themselves, he builds a sawing machine that saws through it's own motor, he builds sanding machines that sands itself until it can no longer function, then the video is displayed in galleries and the audience feels some sort of empathy, although i would imagine that the empathy is actually with their own helpless situation, living in a civilisation that is a suicide machine. one step forwards two steps back. poison the food supply and water, poison the mind with hate and fear, poison the past and future. suicide or genocide, it's the same old cycle unless we wake up and spread the love, liberate ourselves from ourselves and expand our auric fields so that they embrace light and wisdom of the ages. the old gods are angry the new ones are sad, but black odin says, ' whatever way the cards fall, the dice rolls and the wheel spins, you are already free, it's just a state of mind.'