I think there are a distressing number of people in the world who have nothing to believe in. Then they find something that half-fills the gap and latch onto it and never let go. I don't know if they fear a life without purpose or something. But it's what I find myself thinking every time I hear about these suicide bombings. I mean, what passion is that? What if somebody other than the terrorists had got to them first, what if they focused all that energy elsewhere? Been updating a lot recently. Must cut back. Also archive old news.