To those whom commit the greatest atrocity...

In the name of your god you kill. So in the name of that god may you burn in whatever hell it is you believe in.

Honestly, there are very few reasons to kill and for religion or belief is NOT one of them. I do not care how passionate you are or how much your Almighty speaks to you. It is not right! We live amidst people not amidst gods. It is humans to whom we answer to. Humans whom lay down the consequences which we must endure. There is nothing which puts us above the laws of the land in which we live.

I really only see one instances where killing can be justified. The situation is kill or be killed. Someone is threatening you, yes then you have a right to defend yourself. Soldiers sent over to Iraq I hope are not going for a chance to just "shoot 'em up" and such. But once they are there they are often put into the kill or be killed situation. To which no blame should be upon them. I hope that their conscious is clear and their actions or intentions were not questionable.

Tintinnabulation

Today's word of the day on dictionary.com was tintinnabulation which means a tinkling sound usually of a bell or bells. I have a favorite bell and no it is not sleigh bells. I am not sure what it is called but its just those little two half of a cup bells that make a soft tinkling noise. Belly dancers wear them quite a bit and my first piece of jewelry from the Renaissance Festival consisted of a bracelet with these little bells. Let me try to express this lovely little bell... just free writing prose/poetry... see what comes out.

Tnk, tnk, a two sharp sounds with the slights drop between them. T - n - k goes the bells on my wrist with the slightest sway of my stride. It is a pure sound, unadultered like the innocence of a newborn babe. Alone there is no ruin I can imagine that would make it impossible to enjoy this sound. How something so delicate and soft can resonate through my very soul and draw up this joy. It is a wonderous moment to myself amidst the clamor of a day. Like in a desert of oppression I am delighted to find a well. The sound of water so welcome my heart nearly bursts and the pulley though it creaks easily brings it forth to me. This is the bell in my day, like a well in the desert. T-n-k, t-n-k like the slosh of water heard through the wind and the creaking pulley.

And though I sit and wish to drink, drink it in leisure as though I would never have to leave... Time summons me onward. Onward on my journey I must go and my thirst quenched now I will cling to the memory until I find a moment to hold my bells again.