We frequently feel that if we expose in great detail how terrible things, such as the holocaust, have been, we will surely never allow them to occur again. History proves this is not the case. Holocausts, large and small, occur each time I judge myself, and my brother, as unworthy of being loved. Each time I want the stories we tell of hate and fear to be more real than risking to rely on that loving place we share with God, there is a cutting-off in my mind of one that God created brother to me. What ends the need for holocausts is remembering that I am loved and expressing that in great detail by sharing the Presence of Love within me with everyone I meet!