The question “why” has been on my mind since I heard the news about yet another destruction of humans by humans.  There are many unknowns yet.  Regardless, the murder act says it all to me: Indifference to human life and its beauties.  This time, my intentional shutting down the stream of tragic details and images didn’t help me.  Besides, the delivery of information seems to feed out of repetition to the point as if numbing the reader through the acute phase of the event is the aim.  So, I resort to creative writing, to poetry, to be specific.  For I hold a strong belief in one claim of Charles Bukowski: “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.”

I am participating in the National Poetry Writing Month challenge this year.  Writing one poem for each April day is the objective.  The site provides optional prompts.  Sometimes, I opt for one of them.  On other days, I follow my own prompt from wherever that may appear. Yesterday, my poem, Day 20 assumed a critical tone on self-pity – under the influence of the recent human-to-human monstrosity.  Then, also yesterday I followed my curiosity regarding a video on the latest event coverage (I must have really slipped as far as my usual rigid rule of “no-news until you have people around you”). I instinctively retitled that short program to read “indifference didn’t win” (instead of “evil”) – to stay true to my answer to “Why?” but also to my religion-neutral life view.  Today, I am grateful to my curious act, as it led me to where I had so much hoped to go: Human-to-human love. The reporting by Byron Pitts seemed genuine, heart-felt, compassionate, refreshing to the extent that I am sharing it with you, Boston Marathon Bombing: Evil Didn’t Win.

It is my conviction that human-to-human destruction happens on account of indifference to human life and its beauty.  And that ferocious approach to humanity at large breeds inside age-long thought processing systems where the individual is being indoctrinated toward or against one another.


For, not all of us heed the teachings of the authentic heart, the easiest lessons to embrace.

“This is my simple religion.  There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy.  Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.” – Dalai Lama

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