So it goes...?

What are the boundaries between love and sacrifice and the line in between?

You guys burnt the place down, turned it into a single column of flame. More people died there in the firestorm, in that one big flame, than died in Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined." --Kurt Vonnegut, Jr

What a story. What a testament to the human condition. What a sad tale. What a happy tale. What a true tale. Such is life.

The idea of sacrifice was different in Slaughterhouse Five. It wasn't sacrifice for another. It wasn't even sacrifice for happiness. It was sacrifice for the sake of sacrifice. Billy sacrifices himself, his humanity, and his involvemtn on this earth for no other reason than because he knows nothing else. He doesn't know fear. He doesn't know pain. He doesn't know love. He is desensatized...And yet he is reasonable, proven by his statement, "I was there."

It seems as though Vonnegut is examining what our culture has become and stating that both love and sacrifice have become "reasonable." If that's the case, what's the point?