Yes, the Ever-lasting contrast. Since existence has known, the 'fight' between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good. My fav. contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much – the battle between good & bad never ends… Here we ponder on the tragedy of Dylan Klebold.
That convo you mentioned was with Jen Laufenberg. Eric had a lot of strong feelings and being crushed by rejection was a huge, tidal wave one that basically turned into cold, bitter, anger which gave him permission to want to lash back and hurt people. He was trying to connect, you know, he kept trying with girls. But even if/when he did land into dating territory (after very proactive attempts), he’d then sabotage the potential relationship with his behavior. He also tended to view the idea of a girlfriend as someone that should/would be compassionate, and he assumed them to be like a personal counselor for him to vent his complaints about everything under the sun. If Eric landed Jen or Susan (DeWitt) as a girlfriend, they might’ve helped him to a point but I don’t believe them to be the solution to unlocking the key to his ‘sensitive’ heart. Eric had a lot of pent-up frustrations and he had a lot of work to do with the right therapist. He was seeing a shrink but was basically biding his time and playing a game until NBK and not really confronting his issues.
With the number ten, symbolizes heaven and perfection as well as eternity. In Jung, the antithesis of the square (lowest state of man who has not achieved inner perfection), standing for the ultimate state of Oneness, with octagon in between. Circle of Necessity: birth, growth, decline, death. Defense against chaos, formlessness. Related to Ying Yang – and oh yeah, basically the Everlasting Contrast dualistic Dylanosophy. 😉
Brave New World is one of my favorite books and when I started getting into Columbine and Dylan in particular, I couldn’t help but be reminded of the book’s character John. Next I’ll explain the similarities I found between the two, if you’ve read the book you will perhaps agree.
John is a white man born in the Savage Reservation, isolated by the natives of the only culture he’s ever known and has never been allowed to take part in fully. He travels to London (to “civilization”) where he also finds himself rejected, as he doesn’t fit in and is only seen as a rarity. John is the absolute loner, a person who doesn’t belong anywhere, disconnected from everyone.
Dylan, the God of Sadness, also seemed to feel isolated from the world. “People are alike, I am different”, Dylan was more in touch with his own world of ideations, an universe beyond what we know and live on the Earth. This way, he was also a foreigner, not feeling at home anywhere and experiencing loneliness and alienation during his entire human existence.
John was a hopeless romantic. Having read Shakespeare all his life, his dream was to find his ideal woman to love. When he meets Lenina, he falls for her immediately, convinced that she was his fated lover. He idealizes her, obsessing over the woman he thinks she is. Lenina, however, doesn’t know love and is not what he made up in his mind, which dooms the romance to failure.
Comparably, Dylan was obsessed with romantic love. He spent his teenage years yearning for his true love, that one girl he was meant to be with. His only hope for happiness in this life was to be with her, for the two lovers to find each other. In this journey, he developed crushes on a few girls he didn’t really know, but to whom he attributed various characteristics –”beautiful”, “the purest”, “lonely, like me”, “pensive, an observer”– that made her his fated true love.
Interesting parallels! In an ironic twist, Dylan let John Savage escape from the library. Haha.
Hmm.. I don’t feel as though Dylan was on the verge of tears or flat out crying when he left the house that morning and said a brisk, slightly annoyed goodbye. Dylan was pretty closed up and sealed off by that point. He was trying to slip out the house early in a pitch black house and drive off in the still dark early morning hours to accomplish what he believed he and his friend had to do. He needed to stick to their schedule so he could have his reward of leaving this existence before the day was over. He was racing to avoid his parents at all cost because engaging with them in any sort of way would make a mess of his decisiveness. Dylan was thoroughly committed to going NBK and much more so than Eric. His reply to his mom as he slammed the door behind him ended up having a strained edge of annoyance to it.
I do agree with you though that Dylan had a strong connection with his mother. I think his father thought they were close, kindred spirits, but Dylan no longer felt that way at all about him. He had hidden resentments and so it was easy to leave dad behind – and not even say a goodbye to him on their last Basement Tapes recording 30 minutes before the massacre. His voice was clipped when mom snagged him because he needed to not see her at all in the morning and much more so than dad. Mom’s have intuition about things. Mom’s worry and fret about why you’re up so early. Dad’s are easier to fool. But mom was ‘mom’, and she would always be that for him no matter what. She raised and cared for him throughout everything good and bad in his life. And the bond would always be there no matter how far gone he’d deteriorated mentally. She was a good mom and he was thankful he had her but she couldn’t fix him now. He knew she loved him unconditionally even when she suspected nothing about what he’d become over the years or how he felt (or no longer felt) about life. He left her completely out of his misery and he chose to give her the bliss of ignorance for as long as he could – until he was free of the pain. But from there it cuts off as far as his concern down here… He couldn’t dwell on any of that – all the pain he’d be leaving his family to deal with when he metaphorically dropped the big bomb on their town. His mom did things that probably made him feel horribly uncomfortable and guilty in fleeting moments for the devastating things he knew he was about to do, like the time she held his ‘scratchy face’, looked him in the eyes close up, and told him what a wonderful young man he was becoming and that she was proud of him. Surely, this made him squirm and feel like shit and so undeserving. She didn’t know he wasn’t the great and perfect son she thought she had. I got the strong impression that they had this special place of connection where they would meet together on the landing of the stairs over the years and have talks both serious and light. Even during the middle of the night when he returned home from prom they met on the stairs in that very same special place between mother and son when he showed her the contents of his flask and told her that she could trust him as responsible about the drinking. I like to think that Dylan and his mom will meet again on those steps when she has finally passed..and the two will reunite with the unbreakable, infinite soul bond of a mother and son which transcends all transgressions. ❤
Not at all a ‘dumb question’ but this was answered before here. 🙂 And thank you! You most certainly can anytime, but of course, I highly recommend using the search first to see if you can locate an answer on your own. ❤
Tonight I’m resonating with his one in particular.. “ Well well, back at it, yes (you say) whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yea. My life is still fucked, in case you care … maybe, … (not?) “
To answer your question, I think if Eric and Dylan were not in the same grade level class it would’ve been less likely for them to forge a friendship. Then again you never know with those two as they might’ve crossed paths through certain mixed classes in Junior High or met at some social thing for computer nerds. Kids that are friends in elementary school aren’t necessarily friends by middle/jr hs school and high school but conversely, kids that are not friends in elementary school might become friends in later years. It feels to me like those two were destined to become friends at the same grade level or not.
Well, I don’t know where the blog you mentioned got this information but Sasha Jacobs went out with Dylan first and then Eric. There is no information, that I’m aware of anyway, that states that Sasha was interested in going out with Eric and only used Dylan as stepping stone. Chad likely gave out her phone number or in Dylan’s case, perhaps introduced her as part of a group outing or party.
I’ll admit, I was a bit confused when (I thought) he said this. Like, what exactly is the problem here ?? $37 is a drop in the bucket. Even if he couldn’t afford it (which I’m not sure how that could be as he’s in the military), a Gofundme could easily be put in place and be finished in less than 10 minutes. I was going to have another listen to CVA’s video but you’ve just verified what I thought I heard. Hell, if I had the contact info as to where you can purchase, I’d buy it up. Are you alluding that CVA is alluding that he can’t buy it for some unknown reason?
ETA: I’m on the Vanderbilt website pokin’ around. 😉
I’d like to say a few words to you in regards to what I have
seen here and given you something to
think about. I have made this blog for the sole purpose of posting this
anonymously. Firstly, having looked up to them myself five years ago, and
extensively researched both characters, read books about them, indulged in
their favorite music, read their journal entries and so deeply empathized with
how expressive they were, I feel obliged to address this. I don’t want to tell
you what is right and wrong, but I want you to realize what the true reality is
here. I have now surpassed the age at which these two had plummeted to their tragic death and I can
safely say that in times when I have strongly resonated with their writings and
empathized with their characters, found them humorous and even been touched by
their sensitive sides, the reality is, they killed and they killed themselves.
I can only now look back at my obsession with these two as
something that as a young teenager I related to so heavily because, in essence, they were me. These two were shallow,
depressed, self-loathing, profoundly angry at the world for what it is, feeling
an injustice, full of hatred, and wanting to demolish anything that got in
their way. For a young lost teenager, a
connection like that is a profound one. From the dark poetry of Dylan Klebold
to the songs on Eric’s favourite Fly album, the drawings, the deepest emotions
they expressed on paper for their hatred for the world, it is simply something
that can be connected to with someone who feels the same way.
I see a lot of people on this tag, idolising them, keeping
their faces and emotions alive. I feel you forget to see, and this is no way is
your fault, that whilst they were alive, they were just like me and you,
laughing, smiling, making jokes. But towards the end of their life, they went
through an extremely dark, sinister and wicked experience. Surely you must
remember that had you been in the same school as them, that you too could be
one of their victims, one that they would not hesitate to pull the trigger and
watch your brains paint the walls of that school. They were both charming, and
I feel your angst, I feel that you may have finally found or read something
they have said that you can connect with. And that is okay. However, do not
fail to realise that they would not have saved you that day if you were there,
and that the reality is, these two young boys had the intention of seeing blood
flow of their fellow peers, people they would sit next to in class and converse
with and laugh with and joke with, and without a shadow of remorse they would
end their lives by firing a bullet in their head as if it were nothing. They prepared
endlessly to create bombs, making a thorough plan, an analysis, they put their
heart and souls for the sole purpose to kill.
There are so many clips on this tag showing Eric and Dylan
whilst they were alive, but what about the picture showing them on the library
floor with their insides spilt out, blood oozing from the crevices of their brain,
laying there helplessly, unable to speak or move, powerless and defeated by
life. From someone who once said, “I
am the Law” and deemed himself so powerful and “Godlike,” now lays
there amidst his decaying body paralyzed and powerless. He is no longer Godlike
and he is no longer the Law. He is just a young poor little boy who needed help
and ended his life and took away the lives of others
because he was so lost.
If you are reading this and you feel angry at the world, so
angry that you cannot live comfortably with yourself, or if you feel sad, and
defeated by everything in your life, you feel aimless in your goals and purpose
in life and you feel mistreated, and unloved and hopeless, you feel that people
have not respected you or given you what you felt like you deserved, you feel
like no one loves you, you feel that no one will be your friend, or no one
truly understands you or appreciates you for who you are, or you feel that you
are not accepted for who you are, and you feel like you want to destruct
everything around you, or yourself, if you feel like hurting yourself, if you
feel like one day you will do something, maybe buy a gun from somewhere, maybe
load it, maybe get a few more powerful ammunition, maybe walk into your school
and shoot whoever is in your way, and then you would put the gun to your own
head or mouth and pull the trigger, and it doesn’t have to be a gun, it could
be anything to hurt yourself or someone else, I urge you to please reconsider. I
urge you to talk to someone, someone that you trust, and tell them how you
feel. If you don’t have anyone you can trust you can always talk to me, after all, we don’t know each other, but if I can
save your life, then it can be worth a shot.
All I know is that once upon a time, I was like you, and now
that I’m older, wiser, and grown up, I can say that it does get better, and it
doesn’t always have to end with you killing someone or killing yourself. Put
your trust in life, and just know that there are people who care, otherwise,
myself, a fellow columbine fanatic, would not come back years later to tell you
this. It would be nice to remember Eric and Dylan for their good traits, loving
sons, once good students, a good friend, good boyfriends. They were like me and
you, once upon a time innocent and caught up in the
world’s hatred at the wrong time in the wrong place. If only they were
here now to read something like this maybe it wouldn’t have happened. We can
let them rest in peace, and let their victims rest in peace.
But of course. Hopefully, someone thirsty enough to see Dyl eating a donut (for all of 2 sec no doubt) will be heading on a mission to Tennessee soon. I find it rather annoying that ABC won’t give CVA that segment. Don’t they realize the more they resist the more alluring they all make it? They are basically giving us the message that the footage is too provocative to release for purchase but anything other GMA thing they have archived is not a problem to sell. Stupid. Hell, we’d all be willing to raise money to see it and I doubt we’d spare any expense to do so. That’s how nuts this bunch is. lol You gotta love CVA for basically saying ‘now, team, don’t go doing this’ and then he proceeds to instruct exactly what he’s asking anyone of us that’s ballsy enough to do not to do. Very Slytherin of him. 😉
… Or are you referencing Zero?
The Everlasting Contrast 