Sometimes I feel an incredible love for the world. It tears me apart. We are human beings. We have children, lovers, wifes. Regardless of our religion and upbringing. Whether we choose to fly the plane that drops the bombs or press the trigger which releases the rocket propelled grenade. Whether we fix the evening meal or stitch the open wound. We are human. And as a certain playwright once said,

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?