Then, over the last couple weeks or so, a few things I experienced built up to disturb my peace. Images on my magic rectangle. Good friends in the toughest times. And the need to protect a learning community that calls itself family. All of a sudden, I saw violence all around me, crazy and senseless, and I wondered, How can I possibly make peace out of all this? What can one person do in the face of violence, fear and suffering?
If a person could make peace, I guess, that person would certainly be a lucky dog. Is that what you meant Jesus? That humanity was such a stranger to peace that it was Vegas-odds against bringing it into the world?