So, there’s been another attack – in Brussels of all places. Of course, it’s not just any town – it is the administrative center of the European Union. But still… it makes me ponder the relative randomness of it all. You never know where the next one is going to be, and how close you will be to it. The only thing we can pretty much know for sure is that there will be a next one. There always is.
In the air, halfway between Amsterdam and Gothenburg about two months ago, I looked out the window of the plane, and saw this:
At the time, I had no idea what it was, but was duly mesmerized by such an oddity. We circled around up there for a while. I know at least I was entertained by this marvel. But eventually even I started to feel that the trip was taking longer than expected. Suddenly, the captain’s voice came over the speakers. Due to a bomb threat on an SAS plane departing London, our destination airport had been closed for all other traffic, as the incident was being investigated. We were awaiting instructions on where to take the plane down before running out of fuel. Then, the appearance of the odd circular “rainbow” took on a new meaning for me – a kind of omen, or perhaps a guardian eye. Crazy, but I almost ascribed it some kind of metaphysical powers.
In the end, it turned out that the London calamity was an empty threat. Phew! That part of the world happily escaped tragedy – that time. But, you just never know. The people of Brussels didn’t know – until suddenly they knew. Even though we just happened to be part of a peripheral layer of what was going on at the core of the threat, we were affected. And so on, like rings on the water, or – as it were – rings of the glory, our re-routing set in motion another layer of circumstances. What happened in Brussels will no doubt reverberate through the community and the world for a long time to come, sending out waves of reactions. One can only hope that the light of sanity and love will have the strength to refract through those waves, and spread comfort and understanding between the many factions of the fractured, shattered and confused dark world we live in. It is brighter, and certainly quieter above the clouds…