I need a bomb to remind me of fellowship

While looking into my screen going through the days proceedings, news trickled in of a serious of blasts about the city I stay in. 2 blasts at business centers, another one close to the place I work at, another one had gone off in the locality where I gone for lunch less than an hour ago. Phones were being jammed, terrorist theories were running in everyones minds and you could see the varied reactions in everyones interactions. My colleagues for once were not into their work, the primal need for safety, security of their loved ones were being seen. It was here I was allowed another glimpse of the human conscious, these moments when we wake up and realize that it is indeed more important than everything else and more important than office and work itself where we all otherwise spend more than two thirds of our waking hours believing that it really does play a very significant role in my existence. I too have fallen into this belief, I too have fallen into this circle; it does hold promise of a future I am aware of but don’t look forward to it.
We come together at moments one never imagines of and with the intermingled inter networked mess we have which somehow seems to work, we use it to pull out, gather as much information we can in the belief that we can make better decisions.