you can burn a homeless man

I'm pooped today. Literally. I sit here day after day in front of this screen and try to weigh out my life. What am I doing? Where am I going? What is going to happen? Why is life passing by so quickly? Is my house going to sell? Am I going to get out of debt? Blah, blah, blah. I read an article in the paper today about a homeless man here in Nashville who was sleeping on the cold sidewalk last winter (a year ago), and a 30 year old man who claims to have been intoxicated decided to throw a lighted match on him. He was on fire from the waist down. He spent about 6 months in the hospital, and he's mentally ill (schizophrenia). The man guilty of such a heinous act? Found guilty and sentenced to PROBATION. Yes, that's right. PROBATION. I cannot fathom such a thing. If the man laying on the sidewalk had been the mayor of a prominent city? Or what about the child of the richest people in the city? I'm floored. Anyway. Society today is governed and defined by riches and wealth. All around me I see it... and it leaches its way toward me most of the time. Anyway. That's all for now.