In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, and ate of it.
Said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter — bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it “Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
We may never understand the motivations that led to his murderous rampage.
Henry Miller wrote that “until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.” Perhaps all we can do, then, is accept the fact that this tragedy happened, and hope that — with such acceptance — understanding will eventually follow.
Killing as Catharsis.
Who can guess what went on in that damaged, tormented mind during these ten years of hospitalization?