How can this be?

How can one person, one simple person on earth be in their apartment, cooking dinner, listening to their favorite song, thinking about the work they'll need to do the next day, while at the same time another person on the same earth is putting together the pieces, aligning all of the wires, figuring out the timings of a weapon that will take it all away. Take it all blindly away from anyone within reach the next day. How can this be? How can the one be so innocently oblivious while the other so cruelly powerful?

How can this world be so endlessly interesting, with all of its villages, all of its people and birds and trees and mountains and seas and stories, while at the same time full of such terror that the beauty looks like nothing. The palm trees, the breeze, the chatter of birds, the smiling faces, the laughing babies, the sun soaking it all, everything, all beauty, becomes invisible when all one on shaky legs can imagine finding is an explosion.