Some mornings, I pray for peace. I really do. I pray for a peace that we cannot attain. A morning where only the sun burns and not human flesh with violence and war.

Other mornings, I wonder what is going on in the world. As I wake up and make love and drink tea, I ask myself what is the world feeling and thinking.

And then there are mornings when I receive answers and find this.
These are the mornings when I cannot comprehend the world and where we are going.

*REALLY GRAPHIC IMAGES OF VIOLENCE ARE ON THIS LINK.*