Some thoughts after reading, "Dream a Little Dream... Again"

First of all after reading From sunshine to suicide Dream a Little Dream... Again. I have to tell you I'm an adult survivor of child abuse, and I believe you understand, at least in part, what that means and entails, ne?

Then I'll relate for you this anecdote: Not so long ago I was watching CNN footage on one vignette from the seemingly endless horrors in Palestinian guerrilla terrorism versus Israel's state terrorism bombings and counter bombings. One young suicide murderess or heroine, according to your subjective political perspective which almost everyone over the mental age of two has, had detonated herself at the entryway to a nightclub killing a security guard, whose alertness had proved fatal joining him in an explosive final climax with her, and lodging a gristly bit of her head among the fractured bits of lintel remaining above the door where gore dripped from it onto the floor. Is that image ghastly enough to upset your stomach a bit? Nowhere in my imagination is there an insight into the spiritual motivations of that young Palestinian girl leading to that orgasm of mayhem on her way to paradise. Do you have a clue, Rhoda? If so, please do let me know, too.

Regards, Hypatia Theon