It’s easy to despair when something like this happens, when the ugliest of human behavior shows its terrible face, when religious and racial fanaticism explodes in unthinkable violence.
I usually resist despair in such times, with everything I can muster. And yet, right now, I don’t feel up to it. Right now I fear for the future of our species, the future of all beings, the future of my son.
And so, for now, I join the worldwide community of mourners, and I sit with feelings of deep sadness that such hatred exists, occasionally driving men to commit atrocities like this.
