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On June 11th 1963, Thích Quảng Đức, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, sat down in the middle of a busy intersection in Saigon, covered himself in gasoline and He then ignited a match, and set himself on fire. Đức burned to death in a matter of minutes, and he was immortalized in a famous photograph taken by a reporter who was in Vietnam in order to photograph the war. All those who saw this spectacle were taken by the fact that Duc did not make a sound while burning to death. Đức was protesting President Ngô Đình Diệm’s administration for oppressing the Buddhist religion.
I understand this is tragic and beautiful but it highlights the extreme lengths people will go to for religion.
Not necessarily religion I think, more like the lengths they will go to, to be able to express their beliefs and to be able to live freely
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An ode to Cunty
Adding chili where none is needed is a quality I admire/ Red velvet ice cream is a flavor I admire/ Eating two paddle pops at once is nerve I admire/ Holding up a freezing duck is mystery I admire/ Running through water dry is poise I admire.
In the meantime, I hit a gong that makes no sound.
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