Sympathizing with villains as young children and then paving the way for their corresponding heartwarming redemption is all the rage these days. Star Wars committed an entire trilogy to young Anakin Skywalker — all for the purpose of helping us understand why he turned to the dark side. Even the Smoke Monster on Lost was a little boy, once. A boy who loved his mommy very much. Do you know what Voldemort thought of his mommy? Me neither. Because he killed her. Technically in childbirth, but who’s to say he wasn’t planning it for the nine months it took him to gestate?
Lots of bad guys are simply motivated by taking over the world. The really special ones have a penchant for ethnic cleansing along the way.
We do not know whether Hitler is going to found a new Islam. He is already on the way; he is like Mohammad. The emotion in Germany is Islamic; warlike and Islamic. They are all drunk with wild god. That can be the historic future.
We all choose to move on with our lives and process the grief in various ways, I am sure there are people who have wanted to lock themselves in and never come out.
Denial gives way to acceptance; acceptance breeds dependence. Anyone who’s ever cared for a terminal patient will tell you that, too. Sick people need someone who will bring them their pills and glasses of cold sweet juice to wash them down with. They need someone to soothe their aching joints with arnica gel. They need someone to sit with them when the night is dark and the hours stretch out. They need someone to say, Sleep now, it will be better in the morning. I’m here, so sleep. Sleep now. Sleep and let me take care of everything.