-cide: (combining form) denoting a person or substance that kills.
Sitting here leisurely in my comfortable chair being allowed the luxury of thought, I am suddenly and completely overwhelmed with the futility of killing.
But overall, I am bewildered.
It seems to me that as long as we live in a world where an insult from our neighbor causes us to close down communication, and further intimidation coming from this newly found enemy pushes us to contemplate violence, won’t we always just be two steps away from murder–especially when those portions of life which are supposed to soften our hearts–moments like spirituality–are mysteriously fueled by feuds and sensations of supremacy? What will ever drag us away from the “killing fields?”
I shall not continue sharing much more because I fear that I’m waxing eloquent instead of relevant.
Are there people, creatures, causes, nations or even religions that deserve to be eliminated?
I don’t know.
I guess, this morning, all I’m telling you is, I sure as hell don’t want to be the one to de-“cide.”