It is too much. Notre Dame burning seemed farcical, and that’s how a co-worker and I treated it, at first.
He heaved a huge sigh which I remarked on hearing over my headphones. “I think it’s the end times,” he said.
“No, I’m serious. Notre Dame’s burning. It might be the end times.”
Then I said maybe god was pissed at Benedict for the horrible things he said in his letter.
“But if he’s dead, how can he be pissed?”
I was confused. “Benedict isn’t dead.”
“Oh! Nietzsche …”
Hearing the news coverage on the way home broke my heart. A place I’ve never been, yet so iconic as to feel like I know it caught fire. The flames seen from miles away. Paris came to a standstill as citizens of the world stopped what they were doing, to bear witness to the awfulness. People prayed, sang, knelt, and wept at the sight.
Meanwhile, the Al-Aqsa Mosque in Jerusalem was also on fire. But you wouldn’t know that. Not even Al-Jazeera has much to say about it.
So much hardship to be borne in the world. It makes giving up look like a good idea. Do Not. We must be strong for each other, and ourselves.