I can only assume that you are currently enjoying the results of your work. Savor whatever pleasure the present gives you, because such moments of happiness will dwindle and die as you as wonder and worry when you will be found. And you will be found, of course: you’re not as clever as you think you are, and our country’s best law-enforcement personnel—hundreds of experienced, highly-trained professionals—are relentlessly hunting you.
Yes, relentlessly: do you imagine that at any point, they will ever stop looking for you? No, they will not. It might be today, it might be tomorrow, it might be next week, or in a month, or a year, or ten, but eventually, they will take you. If you do not have the courage to die resisting them—courage being a quality you have demonstrated that you sorely lack—then you will be tried, convicted, and either be exterminated like the insect you are or—better still—simply locked in a box and forgotten.
Others will attempt to guess your motive. Were you driven by religious fervor? The Supreme Being—whether you call him God or Yahweh or Allah or some other name—who made and loves us finds the blind slaughter of innocents repugnant: you will find no favor with Him, only with his Adversary. Were you angry at our flawed society? There are better ways to address the problems we share. Were you wounded by people who should have cared more for you? Robbing others of their loved ones does nothing to fix what yours broke within you.
Others may question your motive, but not me. I won’t ponder what malformed thought process convinced you that building, placing, and detonating bombs was to be the apex of your life. But know this: you are not what you imagine yourself to be. You are not a revolutionary or a freedom fighter, not a faithful servant of the Supreme Being or one of his Adversary’s favored slaves. You are not a comic-book superhero or a supervillain. You are not even a monster: you’re only an amateur who knows enough to be dangerous to himself and others. Yes, an amateur—and did I mention that the people pursuing you are professionals?
Yes, I did, and yes, they are. They will deal with you. As for the rest of us, we will bury our dead, and tend our injured. We will rehabilitate the maimed and repair the damage done to our streets and buildings. Together, we will go to work and school, we will break bread and laugh and sing and love and run again under spring skies while you cower, very much alone, in the dark.
Yes, we will do all these things. And know this, too: that despite the initial shock and panic you inflicted, you have failed. Yes, failed. You meant to kill and hurt and terrify, and in that, you had some small, initial, ultimately-meaningless success. You see, our dead are with the Supreme Being, outside your reach, where you can do them no more harm. Our hurts we will bandage and heal. And as for fear—well, we are not afraid of you.
And we never will be.