I'm doing today a bit early because my writer got stupid and had 5 cups of coffee while working, and thus is far more awake now than she will be in the morning. So sue me.
This is the first picture. For most, this isn't the first time you've seen this. After all, the story is pretty well known. In the seventies, a monk [which, according to wikipedia was named Thích Quảng Đức] burned himself to death in order to protest the persecution against his faith.
It gets to me because... I mean, at least out here, in the mid-west, Christians aren't really the subject of persecution. We're hardly the minority and no matter how hard I try and imagine, I can't even begin to fathom what he experienced, why he chose that. And... honestly?
I am not sure if I have that.
Even more so, I'm not sure I want it.