So many live in such desperation, they believe mass murder will solve their problems or bring some satisfaction of revenge.
How does our world even survive in the pressure cooker of billions’ ongoing destinies, coupled with so much deep ignorance? But the sun is patient with us, returning every day so we may try to grope our way.
Some live in seemingly impregnable, opulent fortresses; some live silent, simple lives of Inspiration, and many perpetually cope.
We go about meeting appointments, never knowing when we, too, might be caught in some exploding building,