This Earth, is the only planet that we know of, which is inhabited by intelligent beings, we humans. We humans, thrive best when we attain inner peace, live in peaceful times, and nurture our hopes for a peace in the world.
Clearly, humans are not the point or necessarily the purpose of creation. It is the ultimate ego-trip to imagine we are. Which makes the reading of our sacred literature all the more interesting to me.
My friend, you did not show up to be a pastor or a lawyer, journalist, or missionary, or a mechanic or server at Waffle House. You are here instead to awaken out of all illusions. The illusions cause the suffering.
A tragedy like this brings us face-to-face with our existential vulnerabilities -- vulnerabilities to harm, death, and loss -- and the existential vulnerability of all those we love and, perhaps worst of all, the limitedness or our ability to protect them.