I think the ongoing butchery and full removal of Palestinians from Palestine, to open up that land for Israeli settlers, simply brings with it, for some of us, an introspection, a brief rumination, far away as we are from those still burning, destroyed, apocalyptic cities, as to what it actually means to be a human being who has some what evolved. Is what the State of Israel, with all its massive weapons and hatred, doing something... somehow good? When was genocide ever denoted as a good thing? In Kampuchea, in Serbia, in Germany, in Gaza. When did that idea take hold, take deep root within us? Yet on it goes, more vicious, more deadly, and on a grander horror scale, and more hateful each and every day. What kind of human animals are we? Are we This kind of animal? I'm not this kind of animal. Are you like this? Are you this kind of animal? Why? What happened to you, my brother, my sister? Who did that to you? Who are you? What do you know of the deeper satisfactions of genocide? How does this genocide serve you now?