Pulp Fiction I
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~ Rak Chazak
This is the intellectual property of the author. Permission to reproduce in any format is granted, on the condition that you attribute it to the author and that you do not publish it for personal monetary gain.
It was late
Fall 2010 when the campus exploded.
This was
not a terrorist attack. In fact, the explosion couldn’t be seen. But by its
effects it made itself known. Rippling out from the epicenter of an abstract
reality, shockwaves of discontent manifested in rumors and outrage. What had
happened was deeply injurious to the sense of pride many had in the academic
establishment to which they belonged. If their prejudices were correct, then
the lone voice in the electronic wilderness was a painful evidence of the
failure of higher education to reform minds and achieve a unanimity of
scientific doctrine among its pupils.
This
cheapened their view of their own success and insulted those who took comfort
in their perceived academic prowess. The dissonance produced an argumentative
backlash on the insulated discussion forum of a prestigious university. Men and
women whetted their appetites for controversy, brought to bear their weapons of
worldly wisdom, and took aim at the man who dared defy the presumed conclusions
of the education he was receiving. Thousands became acquainted with a single
name—for some, a byword; for others, a folk legend; and for still fewer others,
an ideological ally and friend.
Love and
hate were expressed, by no means in equal measure. Some were impressed by his
command of logic, others by his depths of ignorance. He converted apparent
friends and apparent enemies, each to the opposite camp. For a man who wished
to imitate Christ, he certainly had one thing in common with Him: he drove a
wedge between everybody. Everyone had an opinion, and no one was let alone to
sit on a fence. And of course, he was ‘despised and rejected’ by most, but very
few people truly knew him.
In the end
run, the most important things he learned at college were gained from this
forum. And after his baptism-by-fire, he was no less zealous than when he
started. His destiny may turn out to be insignificant, but he would see it
through to its utmost fulfillment.
~ Rak Chazak
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