Eclectic Amateur

When words fail, poetry sometimes suffices:

...
And I am sickened by complicity in my race.
To kill in hot savagery like a beast
is understandable.  It is forgivable and curable.
But to kill by design, deliberately, without wrath,
that is the sullen labor that perfects Hell.
...
The morning's news drives sleep out of the head
at night.  Uselessness and horror hold the eyes
open to the dark.  Weary, we lie awake
in the agony of the old giving birth to the new
without assurance that the new will be better.
I look at my son, whose eyes are like a young god's,
they are so open to the world.
I look at my sloping fields now turning
green with the young grass of April.  What must I do
to go free?  I think I must put on
a deathlier knowledge, and prepare to die
rather than enter into the design of man's hate...

Wendell Berry, The Morning’s News, from Farming: A Handbook