It's this groggy slam of sorrow and disbelief — at the scale of the carnage, the brazen disregard for human life, and a thrum in your head of "Why? Why?"
What was the point to be made here, and has it been made now that you've blown the legs off a runner or riddled a kid's side with shrapnel?
For the next couple days, just pay it forward. Be extra kind to the jerk in traffic who's rude to you.
"Love me most when I least deserve it,
because that's when I need it most."
Humanity needs it most right now.
