When my alarm went off this morning at 6:45am, the radio newsman was talking about the late breaking news from London and how bombs had gone off in their subway and on a double-decker bus. I’m sure that the blogosphere has been flooded with posts this morning on this topic, so I will resist posting the usual “how can those mean people do this?” entry. I accept the fact that hatred and murder are prevalent elements in our world, and will never go away no matter how hard we try.
While I feel bad that the citizens of London have to go through such events just like New Yorkers did 4 years ago, I feel infinitely disconnected from them. Of course, I maintain a certain level of disconnection from everything in the universe, but this is much larger. I mean, is there anything real I can do to help? Nope. In a perfect world, I’d love to think my vote or my dollar could really go to some great cause that makes everything right, but that is all imaginary.
For some reason, I recalled the part in Star Wars: A New Hope when Luke tells Obi-Wan that he can’t go fight the Empire because he has work to do back at the moisture farm. In the story though, Luke goes anyway because the farm gets toasted by Stormtroopers. But in reality, such circumstances are missing from any global solutions. But that is the way it goes.