I wake up from a long nap, still slightly lost in a dream. Just a moment ago I was a man who fights fire, not a fireman in any traditional sense, but a man who has fire for his enemy, and so the fight is to the death. Why am I here? Where are the weapons I was cleaning? I go to the window and open it, there is a breeze that washes my face awake, and I am once again myself, jobe, the man that I am. It is late afternoon. Looking through the window I can see the park across the street, there is a boy running and laughing, and the autumn trees with all their colors seem to glow in the late afternoon light.
-for D.R. Wagner-
Afghanistan, an armed drone above a village. Someone is going to die today. Perhaps a bad person. Perhaps. And perhaps his family will die, his children, or his neighbor, or just someone passing by at exactly the wrong moment. Good people. Bombs are like that. Indiscriminate. Blood is blood, meat is meat. And America isn’t that picky.
Be kind. Live free. Find the wings that are right for you. The sky is empty to leave room for our souls to fly.
We are not punished for our sins, but by them.
It would not be much of a universe if it wasn't home to the people you love.
From the perspective of Buddhism, staying calm comes from healing our own anger.