Yay, multicolored expository dialogue! Take it from a writer: sometimes you can’t avoid it, and it’s best to just get it over with as fast as you can.
God. It’s late, and I’m tired, and so I won’t comment at length on the spate of atrocities committed this week worldwide, though I’m sure you’re used to my pattern on that. What can one say? Wars and rumors of war, I guess – innocent people shot out of the sky, people being rousted from their homes by fanatics, people trying desperately to live under threat of attack on all sides. This, too, will pass. It’s just a strange and often upsetting time to be alive. We think we’ve come so far, but still we find ourselves practicing new and subtler forms of the same old miseries. All this is a mystery to me. Maybe it’s my own jaded luxury of living in a relatively peaceful country that I think killing as a way of life is so incomprehensible to me, but it is. It’s all just a senseless waste, and I don’t get it.
All I can do is try to have faith that, in the end, God will vindicate the just.
Be safe, everyone.