Torture as the significant key to assemble all the pieces of chaos

I try so hard to step out of disconnectedness and make some sense our of the sundry experiences I get in so little time. Last night, it was the film "Waltz with Bashir". I told Miguel that the reason I got so emotional was because it reminded me of the misery I felt when I walked down the Valley of Death, near Svrenica in July, especially when I visited that Museum of Horrors where thousands of muslims had been massacred. Back then, during the March for Peace I said to my fellow marchers that one of the reasons that may have prompted that barbarism was human sadism, about which I have already written about. This morning Henry Miller has given me some more insight from "The Air-Conditioned Nghtmare", namely:
"Torture. That is man's middle name. Man-torture-man. In the middle of all emptiness, where even the beat of eternity is faint, there is this in-between thing called torture. This is the cornerstone of man's world, the rock on which the tomb of the womb of the world is built. This is the world, its end and meaning, its beginning, its evolution, its goal and spawn. Torture. So this is the world.