It saddens me to live in this world. Perhaps the world was always in a state of turmoil. Perhaps fear and suspicion always coupled with insecurity and greed. Today, the plasma screen projects images of suffering, and the surround sound burns anguish into our souls.
Perhaps I should grow a thick skin to withstand the torment? Or seek the comfort of a psychologically induced safety zone - a distancing, a veil of other-worldliness, maintaining the illusion that this is not really my world. I am, after all, intact and comfortable in my bedroom. The war is "out there" - on another continent, or…