December 17, 2012 - I confess, I'm always a bit relieved each time I rediscover that we Americans are not yet untouched by our own barbarianism. Incredibly, last Friday's heartbreaking events seem to have diminished us all; we walk more diffidently, we speak in lowered tones; our hearts ache, we shake our heads both in disbelief and in sorrow. So maniacal were the actions of the lone gunman, so basically wrong, his victims so utterly defenseless, that we stand stripped of even our capacity to feel. Gutted and forlorn, the world looks upon us in horrified wonder. Yet another mentally unstable American male has wounded us. We are not dead, not like the 27 in Newtown. But the hurt is very deep and very wide, if we are brave enough to allow ourselves to feel it. In our search to discover meaning, questions ring in our minds. They say his poor, deceased mother was a lovely woman. How is it that she knew so little of her deeply-troubled, 20-y...
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