The world hasn't blown itself up and Bhutto is buried, so I've gone back to doing the one thing that seems to bring me peace of mind. If I've learned anything over the years, it's to use my unsettled emotions to write. I created what felt like powerful scenes during this day's writing: the death of a child, the resolution of a conflict between my protagonist and his son. Time will tell if they really are powerful or if I'm just consoling myself.
Ultimately, I wonder which has killed more people: religion or politics.
December 28, 2007
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