How Dare Life Go On


Do you ever wonder “How dare life go on” after some terrible tragedy?  I do.

Do you ever remind yourself to tell someone about an amazing news story and then remember that they aren’t around anymore to tell?  I do that, too.  A lot lately.

Wars will go on.  Soldiers will continue to die; soldiers will object; soldiers will be conscripted even if it isn’t called a draft; and mercenaries will be recruited when there aren’t enough homegrown soldiers left to die.

Leaders will rise to power, fall from power, then die or be killedSome will praise them as gentle men and women, while others will say they planted the seeds of dominationor not.  They will be replaced by a seemingly endless parade of new and surely worthy leaders–worthy until it is proven that they aren’t, of course.

People will kill themselves slowly in ways seemingly insignificant and in ways so significant that it’s difficult to back up and see the impact.

If you wake up and find you are still alive, I guess you just go on.  Sometimes, you just say “Oh!” 

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