I thought 8 was a lucky number, and doubly 88, but maybe not. I see a sad story, not the ubiquitous school shooting in the US, but a school stabbing, killing 8 children, in China:
And here at home, a woman, 88, is stabbed to death by her own daughter (unfortunately, aged 61, she should have contemplated Tao #61, and I don't mean my blogs)
According to the international story,
"China has witnessed a series of school attacks in recent years, most blamed on people with personal grudges or suffering from mental illness, leading to calls for improved security."Well, I guess. Who would do such things if not out of a grudge or because they're just plain nuts. This all suggests to me that the world's people are behaving like rats in a cage. I think this happens when there are just too many of us, competing for too few resources--by which I mean not only or even material needs and pleasures, but unlimited space, uncalculated time, freedom, silence, and solitude. I expect to see more of the same.
The luck of 8--which has to do with prosperity--won't save us.
