Why I find gladness when I hear of school shootings.

I do not believe the shootings were good.  I do believe good comes from things such as this.  For most of our lives we wander to and fro oblivious to reality.  Ever distracting ourselves with trivialities.  When we get so distracted, selfish, and lazy, evil smells that our guard is down and strikes at our slumbering existence. Like a crack of lightening in the fog, the veil is split and for a moment of terror we see clearly.  Notice each other.  Shortly we will slip back to sleep.  But for now we get a sense of value, value in life.  We are given no guarantees of life.  In all forms life is a brutal bargain.  The fit do not always survive, but the average remains, and so the individual has no guarantees.  We must die.  But before we do,if we get the chance it is good to see.  Not easy or pleasant, but good.  So I am glad for disaster, not because it is easy or pleasant, but because it affords us a moment of truth.