Sebastian Junger

My problem with that is why me?

Like why me and not Tim?

Tim Hetherington was my buddy out at Restrepo, the guy I made the movie Restrepo with, who was killed in combat in Libya.

He died like I did.

He bled out, except he bled out not from an aneurysm but from a shrapnel wound in his groin, right?

So why me and not Tim, right?

And for that matter, why me and not a nine-year-old with cancer?

So what you're saying is, unless you can answer that question, which I don't think you can, what you're saying is that there's actually a kind of random lottery for God's grace, right?

And if that's the way he runs things, I don't want anything to do with him because that's cruel, right?

And so that's my quibble with the word God.

But universal unity, you know, I'm good, right?

You know, if it's good for Schrodinger, it's good for me, you know, whatever.

And so, you know, I would—

I don't know.

The violence of the emotions around all this is just – is puzzling to me.

Like I don't understand why people get so heated about what someone else believes.

Yeah.

It's just some primate shit.

And, you know, if you believe that human beings are inherently bad and that only a fear of hell and a fear, frankly, not a love of God, a fear of God will make you act well.

If you really think that's what humans are, then sort of religion makes sense.