To use holy words as a shout of war and way to meet the most absurd results, it’s insane.
To spread fear throughout a humanity that should pursue tranquility and acceptance and impersonate it to live on it, it’s a mistake.
To assume evil resides within men when we know it does not, because bad things embarrass us as we are human and we feel, and for those who cannot see reality through the words I’m preaching right now, I pity them for they’re blind.
To sow the destruction of a balanced nation by throwing agony to the face of those who are joyful, living and believing in the diaphanous side of the world they know, the one and only side we should, and could see, if only we wanted it to be so, it’s cruel.
To ache and feed the heart’s cry for revenge, sounds fair and wrong, and hate should not be reciprocated, ever. But to understand that, it’s challenging, especially for those who got caught into all this, off guarded. And after all, I must simply remind you that every time a human doubts of his own innate humanity, he’s solely mistaken and stupidly betraying the raw purpose of life.
To allow the expression of hopeful though sad and teary shy faces stained with pain, and spite them to run around the world and let their words of sorrowful love reverberate through life and time; and to maybe even add a few more sentences in between their speeches which may occasionally mute away, for they are slowly drowning in the mist of doubt surrounding existence in moments like this, it’s imperative.
To pray or to not do it, for Paris, it’s irrelevant. To understand and exchange perceptions and talk about this, it’s vital. To disapprove, it is not to live in denial, but instead to accept the truth, to move on without forgetting and most of all, to give our best in making sure that the wrong ways of the world will never become an inevitably accepted reality for us all.
To Paris, with love.