One who kills others already has death inside of them. If death was not familiar how could murder be possible? Who has planted a dead child in this killer’s chest? Who has planted dead love in this hemorrhaging soul?
We let killing happen. Why? Isn’t it because of our collectively hidden wounds, our suppression of empathy and our lack of healing; the recurring passage of death’s reflection through individual, as well as public, minds and hearts? Death that is shaped and contorted and grows into a language of conspiracy through fear and hatred; through bad dreams and the politics, the violence nurturing politics, of denial.
Read the whole article in Ovi Magazine, HERE!