Today the world woke up to terrible news. Multiple attacks on Paris, the city of love. Again the world wept and we asked "Why do these people exist?" We don't understand, we lash out at the wrong people, and many of us try and blame the victims for these awful events.
It's tough, under these circumstances, to find something to be grateful for. Being grateful for simply being halfway around the world from those who have been directly hit in these circumstances seems glib and rather selfish. Being grateful for those who help seems like we are trying too hard to find good in what is essentially good-less acts.
This meaningless loss of life and horror, all in the name of "my god is better than your god" is bloody horrible. And we should feel the horror.
Sometimes all we can do is keep these events in our hearts and minds and promise faithfully not to let evil beget evil.
Au-jourd'hui Je suis Paris.
It's tough, under these circumstances, to find something to be grateful for. Being grateful for simply being halfway around the world from those who have been directly hit in these circumstances seems glib and rather selfish. Being grateful for those who help seems like we are trying too hard to find good in what is essentially good-less acts.
This meaningless loss of life and horror, all in the name of "my god is better than your god" is bloody horrible. And we should feel the horror.
Sometimes all we can do is keep these events in our hearts and minds and promise faithfully not to let evil beget evil.
Au-jourd'hui Je suis Paris.
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