They will state their motives or write them down in bizarre suicide notes. And some will kill and never utter a word or give a hint as to the darkness tormenting their thoughts. We will sit around scratching our heads trying to define the various sickly shades of mental illness and our legislatures will struggle to codify the horror contained the human psyche. But still, I cannot overcome what I learned to be true as a child. Human life is human life.
Human life is to be respected.
Some murderous rampages are not more hateful than others. Some people are not more equal than others. Stubborn, these incorrect thoughts of mine, and persistent. I have one more question on my road to unlearn my principles. We must not trouble ourselves with the difficult questions of social and moral decay.