Much of this world of ours does not make any sense. And those things which do are sidelined by hatred, insecurities, and rage. We are strangers to each other. Is it really easier to hate? Are we obsessively addicted to spiritual failure and rejection of connection? I oscillate between hope and despair of reconciliation and the possibilities of peace. Let us not kid ourselves, peace will always be of the uneasy nature - such is the imperfect nature of man. But there have been moments in history which exemplified hope and courage and love of the neighbor. French Jewish philosopher, Emmanuel Levinas, called this the "wisdom of love." Let us keep in memory what the evil man has done to his fellow man but more importantly, let us keep in mind the good and hospitality (and even in some cases forgiveness, however difficult it is and always will be) that man has offered to another man, and that this goodness and hospitality was accepted and reciprocated. If we willingly and stubbornly choose to erase the possibility of the good that man is capable of, then we give the ultimate power to the darkness. This should not even be an option in this already imperfect and, at times, absurd existence of ours.