October 3rd — what turned the hate on?

Susan G Holland
The Story Hall
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2 min readOct 2, 2017

SGHolland, Reflections Oct 3 2017

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Third_of_May_1808

We have had all kinds of death around this world. All of us know about it these days — the death count nearly every day. Death has been happening since the year one, and yet it is still the ultimate shock to us.

Here we sit watching the news.

Bodies counted from natural disasters — these deaths happened to us. Is the earth angry at us?

Bodies counted from an automatic weapons attack — these deaths were aimed at us.

Bodies counted from terrorist maniacs — purposeful murders in the name of GOD?

Suicides counted — chosen as a best option? Voluntary death.

We are victims and perps.

Once we did it with stones — perhaps we hit each other with stones to get the food the “other guy” had.

Then it escalated from there.

What is in the head of whomever designed these deaths?

Survival, wealth, revenge, obedience to a higher power, unfortunate accident, despair, fear, disease gone rampant, competition, greed, punishment, gluttony, personal or national aggrandizement, retribution, frustration, sadism, madness of one kind or another. Which of these “reasons” are most often the case.

It gets fuzzy somewhere, given that we are all due to die sometime of something or other.

When they die like flies it does get our attention.

We take the slow journey or the fast lane.

“There are simply no answers to this terrible issue.” says a long-time friend on Facebook today. She was speaking particularly of the guns issue.

I am trying to look at it more from a global view. Hurrying another to inevitable death is a way of getting attention that people(or armies or terrorists) use when they are trying to be seen and heard and don’t care if anyone likes it or not. It is supposed to “change things”, I am guessing.

The the more things change the more they stay the same.

It’s beyond us! And ahead of us. God help us.

©SGHolland

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Susan G Holland
The Story Hall

Student of life; curious always. Tyler School of Fine Art, and a couple of years’ worth of computer coding and design, plus 87 years of discovery.