This need to push away dark truths is sensible, and practical, but we also feel the need to do justice to the suffering we read about. We know how lucky we are to be onlookers, and we want to reach out. The past few days have been dominated by the attacks in Paris. As I write, the death toll (never thought I'd type that phrase) of the ISIL terrorism spree is 129.
The damage spreads much further. Each of those people are at the centre of a ripple of pain that flows out through the people who loved them. There's a larger shockwave too, as fear trickles through society, as we all cancel plans to holiday in the middle east, or shuffle away from rucksacks on the tube.