I wondered if those of us outside of missile range should feel guilty, but then I read the posts of other bloggers, of news commentators, and even those under Hezbollah's guns, and I decided, no. Guilt isn't the answer. Life is the answer.
I can't undo the deaths, but I can go on living and remember the dead: the father who died seeking milk for his daughter; the men who reported for work at the railyard; the two young brothers playing in their street in Nazareth; the soldiers who tried to recover their comrades, and all the others.
My son went with his tutor to see Pirates of the Caribbean; my daughter went to the souk and ran into a family friend from our former shul; we went out to dinner with a friend from California who came here with his young son; my classmates are eating in cafes, going to the beach, shopping at Ikea.
We can't stop the conflict -- but we can go on living our lives in spite of it. Am Yisroel Chai.