There has been another, random, brutal, explosion that has murdered innocent people in Boston.

The world is vile, and ugly, people die, and are murdered, everyday. It happens millions of times every hour. And millions of times every hour, beautiful things happen in this world. Someone you know will go out of their way in an act of unexpected kindness. Your father, or your children, may come and give you a hug, or pass you a sweet, or some other act of general loveliness.

For evil to win, we only have to forget that we are surrounded by beauty and love constantly. It is there in the cracks, and the corners of life. If you watch the news, there is normally one asshole with a bomb, and a thousand people running to help. All it takes, every day, all day, is to live with honour, and morals, and thought, and to be excellent to each other, for as long as we can.

All we are, is dust in the wind, dude. The world will be here when we are gone. It is our job to look after the place for our children, and their children.