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Imagery and response
The intuitive, instinctive part of our psyche remembers that 1989 picture of a young man in Beijing, pointing his umbrella at a line of tanks and commanding them to stop and they did!
The camera pans to an Afghan child with mucky cheeks and clear, penetrating eyes, who has just watched her father being killed.
Then it pans to the eerie funeral of Princess Diana, with its haunting music and silent crowds. The screen splits and we see Mother Theresa's almost-simultaneous funeral in India. Was someone trying to tell us something here? These events touched the hearts of a billion people.
Then we see insurgents fighting American troops in Falluja, Iraq. But hang on, are these insurgents, terrorists, freedom fighters or ordinary people? And the troops, are they soldiers, terrorists, invaders or also ordinary people?
Such images speak volumes.
Spoken in a language the media, governments and scientists don't usually understand.
The agonising, touching poignancy of shared experiences such as these sinks in and ferments deep down there inside us all.
This worm-like, festering, hardly-conscious data-processing goes on in recesses where we care not to look.
We've been hit and eroded where our defences are weak.
Being 'civilised' and well-trained, we restore normality again, but human evolution keeps edging an inch forward each time.
It keeps on doing this.
Something is going on...