We don't need affiliation with a marque angry organization to commit murder. All that is needed is a mind with a thought that a certain action will satisfy the need for reprisal for some real or imagined slight or injustice.
We mourn those killed. We mourn the thought that spurred the killings.
So many incidents of shootings, bombings, drone attacks, domestic abuse, drunk driving deaths, war, and war, and other wars.
The World Is Too Much With Us
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The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
All of which raises wonder about where those dead have gone. And if, as some suggest, it is a better place.
I have a thought. What if no one goes anywhere? What if there is no other place to go? What if we are either visible or invisible, appeared or disappeared?
The visible world, by its very wording, suggests an invisible world. Some speak of other dimensions. Same so-called space, different depth dimension and specification of variant computations of physics.
I don't know about what looms invisible. I do know that death is omnivalent.
I look forward to coffee and toast, yogurt, cereal, and chocolate milk.
I opt for the ordinary and everyday.
Mice beware.
And yes, citizens beware.
We've got to understand and critique the force of corporate power.
It is a curious time.
