I almost left the title box blank. How do I title this? Can I? No. I can’t. My imagination has a tendency to wither and crumble when I face the coldness of reality.
Such as now.
I start over and over in my head, in the word document I have opened.
Write.
Delete.
Repeat.
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How can anything I say ever even so slightly describe what happened.
In Paris last Friday.
In Beirut two days before.
In Human History always.
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The cruelness of people is something that I cannot comprehend. I can’t understand why.
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It is hard to not lose faith in humanity when we are reminded so searingly often of what our species do to one another.
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Paris. Beirut. Oslo. Bagdad. Rwanda. The Holocaust. I can go on for days providing you with examples of horridness created by people. Created by hate, by greed, by humans.
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I don’t think we should tell people to show humanity when we want them to be compassionate, humble, or loving.
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I think we should tell them to show less.
