hexcoderose

I heard today that a Buddist woman in Burma was killed by a Muslim. They didn't give a reason or a gender or anything in the news apart from "Buddist woman" and "Muslim". In retaliation Buddists attacked and killed a bus full of Muslims, sparking riots all over the country. People are fleeing and being sent back and they're saying "Kill us and throw our bodies in the river, but don't send us back."
Buddists. Muslims.
Their faiths, not that you would believe it perhaps, are two of the most peaceful faiths there are. In the second century an army of Muslim soldiers took a city without killing a single person. The Koran preaches forgiveness and tolerance, but here they are. I feel lucky to be where I am, in our age of technology and leisure, but a bit ashamed to be human.

One of my friends, one of my best friends, although I don't know if I was one of his, has stopped talking to me, appropro of nothing, it seems. I don't want to be that person who pushes and pushes people who don't want to be around them, but I don't trust enough people to lose the ones I do without a fight. So.

I tried explaining to my nephew the other day, who told me he didn't think he was that lucky, why I never wanted him to know he was lucky. That to look back now at the people who love him and the house he has and the things he has, and think "I wish I was still that lucky" would break my heart. He didn't get it.

Of course, he's four.

Two men are walking through the rain, a guard and a prisoner who he's taking before the firing squad. "Horrible weather" the prisoner comments. "You're complaining?" the guard exclaimed "I have to come back!"


Anyway, it's actually been a pretty good week. I just probably shouldn't watch the news