There is nothing more ordinary than relationship, and nothing more sacred. Every moment of contact, each glance, misunderstanding, or pause between words, is life reaching through us to meet itself. We are never outside of it. Even silence is a form of contact. Even withdrawal leaves a shape in our lives.

When violence erupts, it reveals something larger than the act itself. We see the event, but beneath it are currents shaping the whole of our shared life: people swept into binary outrage, voices using divisive language or failing to stand for love, cruelty disguised as righteousness, and a collapse of discernment so complete that even those dedicated to truth are caught in its undertow.

There is a lot of opinion, study, and alarm around AI. Some people say it is nothing more than complex math while others believe it to be more, for some, much more.