A horrific instant perpetrated by a confused and deranged reactionary caught in high definition could be the greatest tool for ratcheting down the frenzy of resentment in this hate-fueled engine of conjured cultural angst. The digital barrage wouldn't stand a chance if the stark reduction of media corners and "content" could momentarily be placed aside in favor of sympathy and revulsion of such senseless violence. The clarity of that fork in the road is so obvious that it seemingly taunts everyone mired in their identity rut of ideology. It's right there. But failure flirting with greatness is a common literary trope. And here it is. But doesn't it still feel so hopeless? That current, strident but often imaginary, runs opposed in two lanes that each run so swift everyone forgets it's ultimately a whirlpool of shared experience. That person who briefly hesitated at the door of the gas station to give the door an additional flick of the wrist so you could catch it. They might have represented everything you despise but you didn't know it in that momentary glimpse of effortless consideration. The list of people who deserve to have their carotid artery severed in sunlight is a short one. And that list does exist. But I don't believe this young man deserved to be on that list. I would do my best to deter anyone who disagrees with that from making a list.