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To______I only feel sadness when I see the remains of one of my other-selves lying there. To think that one of my other-selves had become so far removed from the source of whom we all are, brings me no pleasure, and I feel no anger, only grief.
The fact that the act of these other-selves was done in the name of religion, only makes it worse... except that there is a grain of truth, related to the fact that we all physically die, and, in the end, there is no birth and no death, only God. How one lives and dies, is far more important than how long one lives, and, perhaps, an act of ultimate self-sacrifice, with the purpose of getting the violent attention of those one feels are deeply asleep to one's suffering, is understandable, if not acceptable.
In a Just world, there would be no suicide bombers or suicide bomber victims. Perhaps that is the message of the suicide bomber. A message that is bigger than the bomber's beliefs, or ours.
We cannot stop the suicide bomber by killing him. He is already dead. What we can do, is help to create a world where the suicide bomber is not a part of the harvest of the human condition.
As I wrote in this piece:
The Suicide Bomber
The suicide bomber
Writes
A scarlet letter
To the world
His obsession
Is our fear
He uses his bones
To pry his way
Into the stories
Of our lives
His sacrifice
Is our anger
He places
His flesh
On the margins
Of our souls
His madness
Is our frustration
He spills his blood
Over the surfaces
Of the pages
We love
His reason
Is our ignorance
He inscribes
Himself
Into the walls
That surround us
His cruelty
Is our revenge
He flings
The edge
Of his message
At our hearts
His future
Is our failure
Jim Bush
