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.
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.