A Broken Silence

There are times when the thunder of war silences all else, when all you can do is look dumbly on as news and footage of the carnage rolls in. How can you form any sort of rational response to such insanity?

The worst is desperately wanting to say something, to speak out against it, to wish vainly that you could take any number of world leaders and somehow shake some reason into them. That sense of utter frustration has silenced me in the past few weeks. And, for all I disagree with him on, I have to say that my father was right in that the older you get the less you know, and the less answers you have. And so I have watched, as I'm sure many others of you have, as the images of unbridled brutality continue to rain down onto our computers and television sets from unseen satellites in the sky. And the question keeps coming back to me, how do you erase thousands of years of animosity? We are all children of a lesser god, for the True God, Its Holy Name Unknown to mortal ears, would never condone so much blood on Its followers hands. And no one is above the slaughter.

We have this insanity we have agreed to call reality. I am now very tempted to break the agreement. Whatever agreement I have to break to find True Reality, I will.