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.

We are starving for the divine. That hunger is everywhere. It shows itself in the restless way people chase meaning, in the empty shrine of materialism, in the way despair creeps in when nothing seems to matter. This hunger has been so twisted that longing itself is treated as foolish.