In the Absence of Hatred

In the absence of hatred This man called Anders, a mass murderer, sits in his cell a gigantic spider spinning a web of curiosity we get entangled in. We ask questions he cannot answer; if he could, we would perhaps not care for the answers. Learned men will write weighty books that will create more questions are no valid answers, but abstract theories why did this cataclysm happen? Forget him as you forgot last winter. Let him disappear into the labyrinth of the criminally insane. When he dies, sooner than you think, do not make big headlines of his demise.