I really feel guilty today.
I grieved with the rest of the world about those beautiful little ones who were cut down in Connecticut.
It was one of the most heart rendering things I ever encountered.
I then for the first time (I'm ashamed to admit) I thought about the pictures and films of little Foreign
children who I saw being incinerated by bombs and napalm during war.
At that time I really never thought about how they were real children with mothers and fathers who I'm sure grieved just as we grieve about our children today.
Life is nothing but a series of perceptions, and I hope from now on I hope I can perceive reality
for everyone in an equal manner.