There was one story about an experiment in which they tried to raise kids to be purely militant. from birth onwards.
No love, no nurturing, no human contact, not allowed to touch one and other or anyone to touch them.
Every single one of the groups of experiments died except one group.
It turned out that one of the people overseeing the group that lived had played with them for a few hours when they had gotten a chance. The group that lived had been shown attention and been cared for. That was the only difference.
I guess caring or even love is part of the human condition.
So it kinda came down to, 'be loved or die'.
Now. i'm a firm believer in duality, you cant have one without the other, thus meaning that hate is just as important.
So either hate, love or die.
Today i tattooed a horses head with arrows coming out of it... or going in.. you get what i mean. It was a coverup of a skull and a razorblade with blood. The tattoo i was covering couldnt relate an emotion or time in a persons life more than what it did. And i found the concept of covering up a tattoo like this that was obviously shaming the wearer was kind of symbolic. Its still under the surface, but now they can deal with it themselves rather than making the rest of the world deal with it. Its fucking hard to work on coverups. you have to make the tattoo dark but still leave enough room for it to look cool and bright. In one way it ruins the artwork but in another theres more of an art to it.
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