Somehow, suddenly, the world seems to have contracted and to be very small. Out TV screens are full of the awful images of the wreckage, and of course we are not being shown the most graphic of the images of the wreckage and the bodies.
You would not think you would know any of the victims, but of the Australians killed - a small number of the total victims - there are some we know of, or with whom we share links. An elderly nun of Sydney was one of the victims, and tonight I heard that one of my nieces, who has just returned from a conference in Europe, had links with the nun from Sydney who was one of the victims.
Our leaders are warning the Czar, as the saying goes, but the evil has been done and the consequences are spreading and rippling outwards, touching and affecting so many more people than you would think possible.
Words fail. There is much weeping, soreness and sorrow throughout the world. It seems that for so many people it is easy to inflict evil and suffering, and to assume that our own pain is all that matters, that of others matters little, and that revenge should be taken. And that revenge will rectify matters.