Always Someone Who Wants To Kill You

Imagine if it did happen. One moment the normal sounds of the street in the afternoon - busy, noisy, people peddling their touristy knick knacks, people having conversations walking by shops, walking into shops, people moving through the crowds avoiding others because they're late for a play. A moment as normal as normal could be.

The next moment would have been like a scene from Die Hard. A quick flash of light followed by a giant ever-expanding ball of orange-yellow-crimson fire. Fire that suddenly engulfed everything in a 10 metre radius. There would have been no time to even blink if you were passing by close. One's eyes would be instantly blinded by the heat, mouth and nostrils seared by hot gas. Hands would move up to cover the face next, as protection but it would be meaningless as they would soon lose their first layer of skin. Burnt crisp and irrelevant. Then pain. Hair and clothes on fire, propagating the sheer terror. The brain would have had time to react properly. Reflex would have done as much as it could before the nervous system and sensory receptors connect the dots and suddenly one would realise the unimaginable.

Immediately many around the car would have died, and many more would be hurt by things blowing up, the searing heat, and flying pieces of metal and glass. The shockwave could have caused glass across the street to shard up in mere milliseconds. Sharp, painful slivers of knives. More could be hurt by stampeding crowds trying to escape in any direction. Adjacent buildings could have caught fire pretty quickly and perhaps those trapped within would have been suffocated by choking smoke. Running, screaming, tears. Drama.

That's the first few minutes of reality shattering if the Times Square bomb had gone off. It got me a little freaked. Wow, we are always at war. There's always someone who wants to kill people. Always.

People kill people. Would we be better off as animals? Settled with teeth and harems. Quick, circle of life kind of means to an end. Bloody miserable isn't it? Pop culture to blame? Are we all too desensitized to death because we see gore and blood all the times in the movies? Yet we make fun of the Amish. We are the joke sometimes - too much brain to get along with one another but with no one really laughing except for the mad men who have seen and expected it all. The failure of humanity to save itself. It's hard to think about but seriously this is what we have become. There are countless examples of our stupidity and there seems no end to our capacity for mutual destruction. What do we do? It's quite likely we'll blow ourselves to bits. Maybe that's why all the kids are partying like it's 1999.

Well, fingers crossed, prayers answered, we get to see the blue sky another day.