MAKING A CALL ON MARATHON DAY.....CONVERSATION, UNKNOWN.
Bombs are designed to maim, wound and kill. 'Bean Town', home to the Freedom Trail, fashionable Newbury Street, with its tea party history, is wounded. My brother in law's multifloored work building is near the
marathon finish line. He could feel it shake when the devices exploded.
A CALL AND THEN.....
He lives with my sister and their
family loutside the city. He rang her just after it happened. She was in the grocery store. He was safe. But, like the woman on the right, our worlds and our lives can pivot on the click of a 'call' icon
Terror is extraordinary, because it forces itself upon the day to day. It cuts through the ordinary, shattering bodies, domestic routines and long held human connections. Our lives are precarious, and no matter
how much insurance we buy, bunkers we build or prayers we pray, nothing is certain.
IS ANYTHING GUARANTEED....?
Certainty is an illusion.
It always has been. Living with questions, pain and confusion seems to be a more accurate description of human experience. Of course, if all that chaos belongs to 'other people', we can rest easy. But when it's us, it's in your face anguish.
VIOLENCE IS NOT SACRED
Whoever is responsible, whatever point they were trying to make, via violence, will not lead to any kind of resolution. Violence
is not sacred. It breeds more rage, more fear, spawns more enemies and separates us further from ourselves and the rest of humanity.
The bomber may have his/her justification for this act of cowardice. Self justifying rhetoric is the first resort for those who detonate a DIY device loaded with ball bearings and nails in the middle of such a huge crowd.
The injured, the dead, and their families have no need of rhetoric today. They just want their lives to be the way they were. Ordinary, for them, would do.