Yes.
Some will look for causes and conditions. They will find them.
Some will claim the righteous punishment by God. They will condemn sinners.
Some will explain nihilistic fate and existential dread. They will find justification.
Some will find solace that class warfare and militant jihad are rife. They, too, nod and shrug.
Some will hear the news and look out window where twilight begins to silhouette bare November limbs against sliver of eastern light. They will silently say that if they could pray they would.
And they do pray.
For what do they pray? They're unsure. Intentions and directions seem an odd wish for control.
They pray, yes, for themselves. That they do not mow down and murder others. That they treat everyone with respect and kindness -- not torturing nor invading, not stealing their land and resources nor assassinating those who reject your way of thinking.
That prayer might effectuate a more profound awareness we are but one breath, one breath shared by billions, one breath entering and leaving the particular forms shaped in particular geographies, forms that walk and sit and work and share their forming creations with one another in an ordinariness of arriving dawns over and over.
Some will obviate prayer. They will buy more guns and bullets, drill and strategize how to identify and prevent "bad" guys from drilling and strategizing against "good" people. These leaders of the "free" world will lockdown and surveille and scrutinize every communication, person, and statement so as to root out any threat, dissidence, or appearance of off-kilter movement.
The sky arises above tree line.
Zabutons in bookshed remain still and empty.
Flame in gas heating blue stove flickers across room.
Some will sit in silence at Saturday Morning Practice. Chant Heart Sutra to steady beat on wooden fish. Read transmission story from one living Buddha to another living Buddha.
Then, from a quiet place of acceptance and surrender, will one by one say words that attempt to reveal what makes us real.
And what is it that makes us real?
I'll have to wait until that time at practice when that single breath sounds itself into that space amid those particular forms following the resonances crisscrossing the room, the planet, the cosmos, the unknown uncreated profundity of Being Itself evolving in this place at this moment writhing these forms as feeling creatures feeling their fellow creatures suffering.
Andiamo.
Prosit.
. . . svāhā!