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[quesarah]

There are days when I have difficulty leaving my home. The news reports are full of death, destruction, violence, threats of violence and empty rhetoric. I get so angry when I hear these things, I get so frustrated. And then I realize that the same souls have been making the same accusations, the same attacks, been justifying their own twisted logic with their god for centuries; the same stunted souls keep repopulating the planet. Or maybe other souls encounter hardship and fall backward, losing understanding and enlightenment. I don't know. But it's a sad thing to look at your species and see the base animality. I need to hear stories of cooperation and understanding. I need to hear voices of reason. A little bit each day, I put up defenses to ward myself against this constant onslaught. A little bit each day, I close myself off to others. It's not right, it's not how I want to live.