...how dreadful it is knowing that bombs are falling on the earth, on the buildings, on the people in Iraq.

I woke up this morning in my warm bed, safe and snuggled up with my beloved, knowing my son was safe, my family and friends were all fine, living their usual lives in the usual way. Knowing I would get up, put on some clothes, go to my kitchen, make tea, fix breakfast, talk to my mom on the phone, play music on my computer...

Knowing that I would never even hear so much as an echo of the exploding missiles, bombs, machine gun fire and screaming people across the world from my tranquil, rainy day.

Nobody I know is likely to die today, or kill someone, or starve.

It's a normal day in my life. There's just this eerie feeling in my stomach. A slightly nauseous feeling, a feeling of wrongness and futility. Like, somehow, I shouldn't be here, calmly enjoying my comfortable life whilst my nation wields its gigantic military might, bringing violence, death-WAR into the world again. Repeating the mad cycle of history. Greed and violence = pain, suffering and death. There is no justification for war.

I don't know anyone who wanted this war. There's been massive worldwide protests against it, yet it's happening. Why couldn't we stop it? The Booge had an article by Peter Freundlich that kind of summed it up for me.

It's a mad world.