Every now and then, I go against my better judgement, and open the news to try to distract myself from my thoughts.
Each time, without exception, the result is the same: I feel sick, literally sick at what I see.
There seems to be no end to the amount of suffering we can inflict on each other. No end to the atrocities. Never enough violence and bloodshed.
Only one thing is constant in our world since the dawn of time and that is man's appetite for evil and destruction.
This is hell. We live in a Bosch painting.