Another side of a recent foreign incident.

I've read up on the fiery, tragic incident of the mosque slayings in Christchurch, New Zealand on Friday.  They're calling it the worst mass murder in New Zealand's modern history.  It certainly seems  like it is, no argument from me there.
But among the tears they're shedding around the world, is the notion that the world itself has become such a dark and horrible place, and this shooting incident proves it, that the world just isn't worth living in anymore, New Zealand especially, compared to the absolutely ubiquitously mentioned "good old days."
Excuse me, but THAT is where my concurrence stops cold.
There is another way of looking at the essence of this incident.  However horrible this apparent genocide is—a genocide by New Zealand's standards, definitely, anyway—one has to factor that every national culture has to have its national tragedy in some age, sooner or later.  This proves it.  We had 9/11; Ukraine had Chernobyl; New Zealand has this mosque massacre.  I know it's bad.  But don't blame the rest of the world.  And don't blame the times.  At least show sensitivity for the victims and their families; it'll take quite a few tears to heal the wounds, and a bit of time.  However, there is something to be learned from this.
And that's a lesson about the gaps in religious culture, anywhere in the world.  The bastard who pulled the trigger, a white racist from Australia, had strong sentiments against Islam, so it's reported.  It seems as though parts of the globe are already forgetting to patch up wounds of faith since the age of popularized terrorism that went on during the 2000s has been fading into the ether.  Or maybe, to put it more fairly, there are those who don't understand that we should be entering a new age of peace, and there are certain ways to do that—one of them being not to hold anything against even religious cultures notorious for sponsoring acts against the West, at least so the West's loudmouth leaders implied years ago.
For another thing, no one ought to bring a holy war to their own neighborhood these days—least of all in a city in New Zealand, of all places.  We just needed to learn that lesson.  Let's meditate on these subjects in order to heal the wounds.  While the dozens of victims in the shootings can be paid tribute to with the flow of a few tears, we can improve between us all with a few thoughts about each other and our practices and what they mean these days.  I hope I'm being constructive and not shallow.  That's my exact intent.