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To whomever bombed the trains in India,
What, I wonder, did you hope to achieve by bombing those trains in India today? What possible gain could you yield? The people that were on those trains had no intention of harming you and yet because of your actions, a soul is dead. I just don't understand it.
When I first learned of the bombings, my mind instantly conjured thoughts of Mahatma Gandhi and I could almost imagine the sadness that he would feel over this act. I recalled reading about him sitting in a third class train car in 1919. I remember reading his description of the squalid nature of his countrymen and how in spite of his indignation, he wished only to better their lot. In spite of their faults, such as their rancorous manners and their equally rancorous odors, he loved them and he only wanted them to realize how truly wonderful they were.
See Gandhi realized that the human soul is the most precious thing on the face of this Earth. More beautiful than the vastness of the universe, the soul is the most awe-inspiring of all of God’s creations. Though a soul cannot be measured by any length and it cannot be weighed by any scale; who can deny its existence?
Though a soul cannot be seen, it can be heard in the song a mother sings to her child. Though a soul cannot be felt, it can be tasted like bread in the mouths of the hungry. Though it cannot be smelled, it shines in the loving caress of a wife. The soul is a tangible intangible that has the ability to surpass even our relatively immortal Sun with its beauty.
When we are born, we are all born with the same capacity to shine. If one has a mind to, a soul can become a beacon of light that lights the world on fire with its grace. A soul can inspire charity and feed millions. A soul can inspire pride and lift nations out of despair. A soul can inspire devotion and live on in the memories of strangers as if they were dear friends. But more important than any of these, a soul can inspire Love and turn the whole world upside down. I tell you that Love is most important because without it, there is no inspiration.
What you sought to accomplish today, I don’t know. I guess your ultimate goal was to inspire fear; to wreak terror on a people to get them to do your bidding. Today, it’s hard to even hazard a guess at the truth. Even if we are told one thing, odds are that the “truth” will be distorted, oftentimes to suit some end. Odds are, whatever message you intended to send with your surrealism will be twisted by the harshness of our reality; so I’ll probably never understand what it is you really meant to accomplish.
All that is irrelevant anyway; whatever your goals were, the reality is that anywhere from 150 to 200 bodies are now dead in India. In that twisted mess of steel, mutilated bodies lie still. The souls that once inhabited those bodies are no longer there. Whether or not the soul lives on, the light is gone from the eyes of the mothers and the sons; it’s gone from the fathers and the daughters. By your deeds you have extinguished the light of laughter, of hope, of joy, of devotion, of faith… all their lights are now obscured from our sight. Which one of these souls might have in time fed millions? Which one might have lifted a nation out of despair? Which ones, I wonder, will live on in the hearts of those who loved them and cherished that which you deemed worthless?
By your action you may have hoped to inspire but as I told you earlier, inspiration is an act of love. Hate and fear can never inspire, they can only enflame a soul and once engulfed it is consumed and vanishes into ash. So I wonder what it was that you loved so much that inspired you to kill all of those people. What light has blinded you to such an extent that you believed you could make a sacrifice of love and benefit through hate? Was it for the love of a piece of ground or a piece of cloth? Was it for the love of an ideology or faith? What love have you found that benefits from murder or hatred? Please tell me it wasn’t for the love of money?
Even if I were to lose every light I hold dear, I still would never be inspired to do what you have done. You may have intended to inspire fear but all you’ve accomplished was sorrow. When I read of your attacks today, I was shocked and horrified… but that light that was with Gandhi helped sustain me against your attacks. That light reminded me not to be afraid. That light reminds me of the preciousness of life and the glory of Love. That light reminds me that though “you can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.” That light has shown me that even though you killed the bodies of all those souls, their lights can linger on. That light is the light of hope, of laughter, of peace, of joy, of faith, of devotion… it is the light of Love which you can never kill. No, you can’t kill a soul; you can only allow one to die, as you’ve done to your soul today.
I’m not sure what happens to bodies with malevolent souls. I believe that it’s only when a soul completely eradicates love from their life that they are able to commit such a horrific crime. I’m pretty sure this act has condemned your soul to an existence that I cannot even imagine. I don’t know if there is a “Hell” or if once dead you’re merely consumed by the fire of you’re own hatred. All I know is that Love can sustain life and hate can not. I guess, in a way, the most definitive tragedy is, in addition to the deaths of 150 to 200 bodies, at least one soul has died today.
However, all is not lost. The light that is Jesus tells me you can get that Love back and I believe him. Both He and Gandhi tell me to never suffer injustice. Yet they both say not to do an injustice in reply. They tell me that no matter how far away you push Love, it can come back if you take it back into your heart. Yet they also tell me you have to seek atonement once you do. They tells me that it’s easy to pray for the innocent and curse the wicked and it is. It truly is. Yet they also tell me I should feel sorrow for you and I truly do.
I do feel sorry for you because through your cowardly wicked act, your soul committed suicide and I rage against the dying of any light.
"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your heavenly Father, for he makes his sun rise on the bad and the good, and causes rain to fall on the just and the unjust. For if you love those who love you, what recompense will you have?”
This message goes out to all who were involved in perpetrating this devilish nightmare. I will not destroy my faith, my soul or my love because you’ve destroyed yours, so through this letter I grieve the dying of your soul. But I grieve even more for those who lost the light of the ones they held most dear. I am so sorry for your loss and pray that God eases the anguish these wicked people caused. Gandhi said, “Hate the sin; love the sinner”, but that is sometimes the hardest thing in the world to do. May God be with you... all of you.
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