As new technology continues to stretch the frontiers of our creativity, fewer and fewer things can truly be considered unimaginable.
Man’s capacity for killing man, though, will ever be beyond the imagination.
What we deem as unthinkable today, someone will be thinking tomorrow. It has always been thus. In an imperfect world, hate not only coexists with love, but the two often inhabit the same space.
It was a holy place of love and prayer that Dylann Roof entered in 2015 to kill nine worshippers. It was a scene of joy that Omar Mateen walked into at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando last year, only to spray the revelers with death and agony: 49 dead, 58 injured.
And as he checked into Las Vegas’ Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino last Thursday, Stephen Paddock no doubt was shown courtesy and warmth – even as he laid plans for the chilling massacre of dozens and wounding of hundreds of concert-goers Sunday night.
Until hate in one’s heart announces itself to others, as would a limp or a twitch, we truly will never know who among us wishes us harm.
Sunday’s carnage is only the most extreme case – now the worst civilian bloodbath on U.S. soil. It truly is unimaginable – the confusion and terror and bullets raining down from on high as shot after shot echoes through the casino canyon. And now the aftermath of a bloodbath: Some five dozen victims cut down, and hundreds of their relatives, loved ones and friends now grieving and grasping for why.
Madness. Sheer madness.
Love and hate. Sanity and insanity. Safety and tragedy. Blessing and curse. Such absolute contradictions swirl around us every day, largely unseen.
There is no way to reconcile such barbarity except through faith and prayer – and the determination to do everything we can to make this massacre evil’s last stand.