Art and atrocity

In a zero sum universe, I try to balance negative energy, like the Boston Marathon terrorist attacks, with something immediately positive. In this case I watched once again the Michael Caine performance in The Quiet American, a story about terrorist attacks in an earlier era, at the end of the French occupation of Vietnam as the Americans prepared to replace them. A brilliant performance, except for the ending a good version of the equally brilliant novel by Graham Greene. Now I feel better. Art is good medicine. Helps get through the sadness.

Some folks surprised by this. What planet do they live on?