Words seem flat when small children are murdered in cold blood as they were in France yesterday.
I’m not sure I even know what such an act means.
Except that to kill and harm, I would have to separate myself from the other and focus only on the differences. And whatever was different from me would have to be eliminated. There would be no end to the elimination. My suffering would be interminable.
Now, when I see that, I feel compassion arise for victim and perpetrator alike.
Even if I don’t know how far that compassion extends. What if my own son or daughter had been killed in that schoolyard?