The Bomber

What does a man about to blow himself up think of?

Does he think of his family? Does he think of the life that could have been?
Does he think of the friends he is apparently helping? Or the enemies he is taking revenge on?
Does he think of the religious leader, who in his infinite wisdom, talked about the greater good?
Does he think of the stuff that went into the bomb? The people who made it?
Does he think of his after-life? the forty-eight virgins? or raisins?
Does he think of the painful deaths he will be causing? Doe he revel? or regret?
Does he think of right and wrong? Of life and insignificance? Of cause and effect?

Or is the person in death, the closest thing to a Zen master? Making peace with himself, closing his eyes, savouring that last breath of fresh air and feeling the muscles relax, before a hymn drops from his lips and the trigger from his fingers?