On June 12, 2016, a broken soul broke “our” hearts through an unbearable act of mass murder. There is a lot of speculation about motivations and causes the motivated the shooter. I got into an debate via social media (twitter) when I angrily posted something about the easy availability of guns. The response to me was: “don’t blame the tools, blame the motivation (radical Islam).” While I immediately dismissed this, thinking about it brought me to a new and different thought. Whatever else is “to blame,” the common theme in these horrible incidents appears to be a broken soul. Reading about the shooter, he seems yet another example of a person with a broken soul. Troubled inside, under achieved with a quick temper. A desperate search for meaning. Triggers and causes require fertile ground. Whatever else triggered or enabled the particular horrific action in Orlando, inside of this person was a broken soul.
The greatest sadness is always in the loss of the potential of the innocent lives that were taken. What we are left with then is The Actual Dance, not the intimate one of the loved ones, but in the words of The Actual Dance, the Dance of those of us in the Gallery. We are all watching the unbearable sadness of the losses of others and their struggle with it. Each life taken as a world destroyed.
The Actual Dance proposes a beauty and dignity of the ultimate moment – the gift of being with someone you love at their last breath. Yet it also acknowledges the Orlando Moment. I explained it after Newton in a poem. Here it is again:
The dance that one day, each and every one of us will dance
The orchestra that forms and plays only when it is needed
A wonderful, and intimate and beautiful goodbye
Instead the music stops, suddenly without warning
This dance takes only an instant
A lifetime in the Universe
The ballroom sits achingly, intolerable empty, silent
Almost in black and white