In need of a bandaid as big as all this.

We are so fragile, every single one of us.

Human life is more akin to a spider's web than any sort of rope, even with the vitamins we take and the utmost care we devote to keeping ourselves as death-free as possible.

Life: it is just so delicate... & the way it is taken from us?

Horrible.

I know we've just celebrated Easter & all, but today it's been harder for me to grasp. "Easter's over? It can't be! You don't understand, there's so much more that needs to be saved!" It's a little more of a desperate plea for reassurance than anything else. Not exactly the joyous living that usually follows this holiday.

This was mostly brought on by a documentary on World War II that my class & I have been watching for our 20th Century course. It's very well constructed, informative, and uses almost exclusively real footage from the war. Now, this is great & everything, very authentic.

But this is where my stomach and heart start to take over, and the appreciative side of my brain fades almost entirely into the background.

Just keep in mind that this blog post is being written by a person who claims violence in movies doesn't bother her at all, that zombies are the greatest, and give her slasher films by the dozen!

Now?

I don't know that I'll be able to stand it again.

Corpses don't look so bad in movies. After all, it's just a stunt actor, or a fake body. Either they'll get up after the shot, go home and eat dinner with their families, or they'll be recycled. No big deal.

But when you see the real stuff, the shells of people, the homes of souls lying there on the ground... You know, for the first time, that no director will call "Cut". There will be no getting up tonight.

There was a story in the episode today about two soldiers, one a Japanese, the other a good 'ol American Marine. The marine had just caught the Jap, who was injured in the back, unable to move his arms, after taking over one of the islands in the Pacific. The marine dragged the Jap by his feet along the ground. As the man screamed, one of the other soldiers noticed his teeth were covered in gold; the marine was going to claim his trophy. He pulled out a knife, and forced it under one of the crowns. The knife slipped, stabbing the roof of the man's mouth. As he struggled against the marine, still screaming, that good 'ol American boy forced his knife back into the man's mouth, slitting his cheeks from ear to ear. A fellow soldier finally noticed, and shot the Jap in the head, putting him out of his misery, but all he got from the marine was curses at the mercy. Even after this however, he didn't stop, but finished extracting the teeth.

And we have the audacity to call war a heroic action.

We have the presumption to say that human life is this expendable.

We have the utter, pure, unadulterated, fucking arrogance to say that it's worth it.

Is it?

Life: it is just so delicate.

We are so fragile, every single one of us.

...

I don't want to think about what seeing these things has done to my soul.

I don't ever want to know.

Because, after knowing that? Death, you do sting. Easter, in all of its reported glory, seems so worthless.

How thankful I am to know that our God doesn't leave us there.

He can't leave us there.

We are so fragile, every single one of us.

We need a Savior, and quickly...

We are so fragile, every single one of us.