What happened in a person's life to grow up and become that person? How does a human take a life like this with not a care or thought in the world? There has to be a lack of connection to life to be able to disregard it so readily, and worse, to celebrate in the loss of another's life as if it's a victory.
I know how much all life on the planet fills me with awe and wonder. It's a gift to feel as deeply as I do. I can't imagine feeling as empty as trophy hunter's must feel that the only rush they can get is to blow an animal away. They are missing what makes life so incredibly beautiful and forever soul feeding and magical. I should feel sorry for those people, but I'm not evolved enough yet. I still feel frustration and anger ...