But we say a word, and then we say more

"What happened in England drew condemnation from all the presidents and kings of the world. But when all our children here are gone, not even an Arab leader says a word."

In Iraq, Sweet Promise Struck Down - a tragedy revisited

To be in power, one must have no conscience. It is those of us who desire no power who feel the pain the most.

What kind of mind blows up children asking for candy? Does a tree look like a tree to this mind? Does a cool breeze feel cool to this mind? Does a symphony sound like noise to this mind? Does salt poured in a wound sting? Does it feel good when a mind like this gets blown to bits? Does a mind like this welcome eternal suffering in hell? Or is there no mind at all, just soulless flesh and bones, a mere corporal existence void of feeling and thought? I suspect it is this.