Last night, until this morning, I was emotionally unrest. I spend all morning, since around 3 to 10:30 am, reading Dragon Ball. At first I just wanted to feel the thrill I had as a kid. Half way through this hours-long reading, I realise that time has passed, and that time passed was not just my teen age, but also an era for the world, a world of hope. I was lucky to witness that world, and I have the destiny to witness this world.
Witnessing, by imagination provoked by information delivered and unfiltered on social media, the demise of Hong Kong and the growing threat to Taiwan, is a test. Witness it as a IR research from Taiwan is even harder. One has to keep the distance to think and research, but that distance is somehow inhumane. It is, or should be, natural human instinct to feel sorry and anger when seeing the others' suffering. It is, or should be, natural human instinct to want to react, for ending the suffering of others. It seems, however, scholars should not do so. At least, scholars prioritize other things. Action belongs to actors. Scholar schools.
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