My head swims in the cloud of all the news that exists from one end of the earth to the other. I imagine it was always like this, through the millions of lives in history, but now it seems as if it is all in one place, at the same time. How am I supposed to care about everything I hear about, read about, watch? Even limited to this city’s environs, I cannot keep up: my heart cannot fill with so much emotion. We become detached, if we let ourselves, forget that there are ultimately people who are behind the glass screen, if not just there, with you in the room, somewhere in the wide world. Once the news was filtered by distance, now it is not just incumbent upon the news editors: we must decide when to stop and watch, as if there is nothing in the world more important. To feel as we read about what is real, if only to hear the voice of a child of God.
