This past Saturday, at Cox's Bazar in Bangladesh, thousands of suffering beings inflicted further suffering upon thousands of other suffering beings, believing that to do so would bring happiness.
Names have been given to the perpetrators and the victims -- Muslims ran amok, killing and injuring Buddhists, and burning Buddhist temples -- yet, in the reality of things, it is impossible to distinguish between them.
We can sit around and work up a fine head of steam "for" and "against" the components of this affair -- a self-righteous fury that causes our blood pressure to rise, our bodies to perspire, and our eyes to weep. We can even entertain thoughts of doing an equal if not greater wickedness upon those we perceive as foes.
Theirs was a thoroughly wicked deed, was it not? We'll have to deal them out come Shambhala time, won't we?
We can think that way, or we can sit down and calmly consider the matter as Lord Buddha would have wished.
The images that are being shown around the world do tend to excite the emotions, but our young monk friend in the picture above seems to have them all trumped.