Wednesday, October 09, 2002
Killing Fun
A friend in West Virginia writes:
"Hope all is well out there. We're just starting to change colors in the trees here; of course, everyone is way too worried about this sniper on the loose to appreciate them. Sadly, the kids suffer because they can't go outside to have FUN at recess now until this person is caught."
This is awful stuff. To be reminded that the joy of this world is so fragile, that one person can take the fun out of so many lives, can use fear to blind us to the very colors of fall, can take recess away.
It's also a reminder, isn't it, of what we are really here for, of where we really are, of the sheer delight that this world has for us, of the sheer wrongness of those who can so easily cancel the celebration of life. A reminder of what we are playing for and against.
"Hope all is well out there. We're just starting to change colors in the trees here; of course, everyone is way too worried about this sniper on the loose to appreciate them. Sadly, the kids suffer because they can't go outside to have FUN at recess now until this person is caught."
This is awful stuff. To be reminded that the joy of this world is so fragile, that one person can take the fun out of so many lives, can use fear to blind us to the very colors of fall, can take recess away.
It's also a reminder, isn't it, of what we are really here for, of where we really are, of the sheer delight that this world has for us, of the sheer wrongness of those who can so easily cancel the celebration of life. A reminder of what we are playing for and against.
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