The phone rings. I pick up. “How are you?”
I don’t know what to answer. Automatically I say, “Fine, thanks . . . ” I stop in the middle. I’m fine, but I’m not fine.
How can I be fine when criminals stab innocent Israelis to death and radical Islamists murder innocent Frenchmen?
How can I be fine when the world is anything but fine?
When evil flourishes?
When growing numbers of people have no respect for human life, including their own?
Who is “fine” anymore?