Consternation

February 18, 2010
Thursday, 9:01 P.M.
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The show, the First 48 is on my television as I write this. The premise is the first forty eight hours of investigation after a homicide. Interesting, educational, horrifying, sad and senseless. These thoughts have filled my mind every time I hear of a life cut short by somebody else's hand. I would suppose it's a good thing that I am never able to comprehend the mindset of a person who will look into the face of a complete stranger and kill him for whatever reason is suiting his purpose at the time. If you want to rob somebody, well then if you must, rob them, then run away. If something even more deviant is on your mind, take care of your deviant business, but turn away. I don't know how their brains work, if their brains work. How does a person get to a point where he feels comfortable enough to snuff out another life? I can hardly bring myself to snuff a bug, let alone even consider another person! The victim must feel so afraid in those seconds...

I have come to believe that life doesn't end before it's supposed to; be it due to disease, old age, accident, act of God, etc. Therefore, I betray my own self when I shake my head in consternation at man's inhumanity to man. Believing that we are more than just the human form we take here on earth, I am confident in the existence of something far greater, far grander, and far more blissful than anything we experience in this world. Using that rationale, then the victim is given a gift beyond all gifts and the perpetrator of the crime has defeated his own purpose. Yet these situations never rest easily on my mind. I just can't wrap my conciousness around it the way I so easily can with the other causes of the human life ending experience. I guess that's part of the reason my mom named me Dawn and not God.