I suppose war is really just the absence of love. Furthermore, love remains the one thing that money can't buy. Cable news footage of the babies and the elderly and the dogs and cats play on a loop that will remain with me for what's left of this life.
Our hearts ache for the people of Ukraine while one madman, again, murders masses with the detachment of a naughty boy pulling the legs off a beetle.
It's difficult to avoid hate, close to impossible to muster pity.
Oh, to believe in heaven.
I've seen hell on TV.