Saturday, November 14, 2015
The horrific events that unfolded in Paris yesterday find me dealing with emotions I have felt before. Though this terrorist activity took place in a country far from here, all I can think of was how I felt after 9/11. France has my sympathy and condolences. There is nothing else to say. At least, I do not know what else to say, just as I did not know what to say for several days after 9/11.
I took a break from this post and collected myself with a quick walk out in my dooryard. The brisk air and the beautiful sunrise did not help me find my thoughts nor any peace. Within me swirls rage, sadness, and confusion. I want revenge. I want to do to them what they want to do to us. But I can't. I am not wired that way. And it pisses me off.
I cannot understand arbitrary acts of violence. Especially acts of violence based on twisted views of religious doctrine. I understand anger, but not when it results in what unfolded in Paris yesterday.