מנא ,מנא, תקל, ופרסין

The above script, if it shows up, is the writing on the wall.
I couldn't have written it or made the judgment that led to its writing.
I only have a puny human brain which knows, really knows, only itself.
It is for that reason that I try, so hard, not to be that writing on the wall to anyone else, because how could I know? How could *I* know what you are all about, what you believe, what you feel, what you think, what hurts you. The answer is, I can't.
This doesn't absolve me of the responsibility of protecting the innocent when they are threatened or of guarding the truth, but what it does mean is that I have no right, none, to jump out and judge.
Man is it ever hard not to do
Especially, especially when all I know of you I read on the internet. When all I know of you is what religion you are, what political party you follow, what colour your hair is.
It is not my right to judge what is in your heart. That right belongs to only One.
They say that the headhunters thought it barbaric to kill strangers, to do something so intimate to someone they'd never met, never known. And yet we swing our words like mighty machetes at anyone who irks us.
Don't be the writing on the wall, on the blog comments, on the page.
Be the tolerance and forgiveness instead.