Events like this draw sharp contrasts in my mind. One of my favorite lines in the Pink Floyd song Wish You Were Here is:
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?/A smile from a veil?
The contrasts between good and evil, love and hate, selfishness and altruism, justice and injustice, cruelty and compassion are further sharpened in my mind when events like this happen.
My initial impulse is not give up, retreat in frustration, or become discouraged, but to renew my resolve and further align myself with one side. I am ready to start on some new beds and put them right back in that house.
I tend to dislike using war metaphors, but I want to join an army. Where are the other recurits? Where is that army? Where are the front lines of the battle? Who will I find at those lines?
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