Those of us who love beauty could not escape the horrorscape even when those echoes became a cacophony of atavistics howls of a mob driven mad by illusions of grievance. By delusions of oppression. By false memories of greatness.
UPDATE: I would like to change the end of the piece with a quote from The Buddha Smiled who tweeted:
"Yesterday my heart was breaking. Today, I ponder how to cast a shadow that will be long and enduring."
And in that shadow, there is still hope. There will always be hope.