The Conflagration
It is a world filled with seething hate, with a rage welling up inside until it bursts forward with an intensity that leaves a sordid tale of destruction, an endless trail of blood.
Just this morning we watch in horror as five policeman beat a man to death for the crime of what exactly? We recoil as we witness a politician's husband being attacked for nothing more than his association with his wife. And we learn of seven people dying outside a synagogue in a foreign land for the sin of being what they represent.
Day after endless day, attack after attack. Senseless, brutal. Statement after statement of man's inhumanity to man.
Maybe it has always been this way. And maybe it will always be so. Maybe we are powerless to stop the unrelenting fury that seems to envelope the globe. Right now it feels as though the flames burn higher than ever. It is a conflagration, a fire raging out of control, destroying everything in its path.
It is a tragic moment for all of us, as we stare in disbelief at our screens, at the ever growing catalogue of videos screaming of our own failings.
What have we become?