Is it that the ISIS militants are so firmly rooted in their beliefs that they just

randomly select people whose lives they will then unmercifully wield control over? All for power?

I just watched a series of 3 videos, where the 3 journalists were forced to say what the militants wanted to say to the super-governments. I heard their fear. I felt their despair. I saw in their eyes not self-pity, not self-loathing, but reluctant acceptance of what was to be done to them. I saw forgiveness in advance for what was to be done to them.

I saw a fragile hope. Hope that their deaths brutal slayings would not have been in vain. Hope that they, through having their lives brutally snatched from them, would somehow succeed in making the world a better place. And I barely managed to repress my emotions. Because, for a while there, I felt like I was them.

But right now I can't focus on them, or what they went through. All I could think about was the one killer. That one man who held the fragile thread of three lives in his hands. And did he just make it quick? One clean guillotine, sever their souls from their bodies?

No. A rusty blade. Breaking the thread fiber by fiber, watching souls bleed out, watering the dry ground.

Why?

That's the only thing in my mind. I think in movements, sounds, pictures. But right now all I can think is "Why?"

Those men had people they loved. People who loved them. Dreams, aspirations, hopes, memories, regrets, unresolved issues, questions, answers....they were, like we all are, like the ISIS militants are-- even though it's hard to believe-- human.

I started this post angry. Now I'm just sad.

Sad that men think that this is the only way to get the attention of the masses: carnage.
Sad that this is the best way to get the attention of the masses.
Sad that the carnage isn't over yet, because they haven't gotten what they want.

And these are the things that make me wonder, where the hell heaven is God in all this? Is he just looking down indifferently, occasionally cackling, and scratching his balls?
Is this his form of justice?
Why isn't he doing something?
WHY is this happening to innocent men who probably were counting down the hours till they could go home to their families, sit down and eat a good hot meal and just live? 

And I wait patiently for an answer.
Child. My ways aren't yours. My thoughts aren't yours. Believe that this is just a part of My grand scheme of things.

It's hard to do, God. It is.
Which is why I won't.

I will, instead, pity those poor brainwashed souls that believe that violence is the way to paradise. I will pity them, and....what? Hope they never reach my little island in the sun?

This just proves to me that we will never fully, if at all, understand the human psyche. Which is why I, now more than ever, want to be a psychiatrist. To at least try.

Yes, I know I've ended this post remarkably lamely, considering the buildup of emotions I started it with. But I just don't have the words. I can't find the words.

I've been rendered speechless, wordless, by these acts of unspeakable cruelty. I think I will now enter silent mode.

-@Jaye_Eccentriq