One of life's anomalies

Subject: One of life's anomalies. 

The man seen walking purposefully with his back pack through the street in Columbo and into the shaded corridors of the Catholic Church, before blowing himself and the parishioners to smithereens was an abhorrent apparition of all we cherish as human beings. What was he thinking as he made his way into the church, was he reciting teachings of the Quran, was he eagerly awaiting his trip to paradise since he showed no fear or apprehension for the terrible thing he was about to do. How did he view the people around him, collateral damage for a greater cause, or was his sense of revenge for his brothers who were mown down in Christchurch, sufficient reason for his apparent indifference.o
Death, that point when all, or nothing is revealed is an enigma to most of us. Even those with a religious background tread warily as they approach death but this young man seemed convinced of his purpose. Even the heavy rucksack,y full of explosives which in a few seconds would tear his body apart, was part of the appendage needed to enact a deliberate action which seemed to find no place for rational thought. Is the promise of eternal salvation, rational. Religion apparently says it is. But what do we make of the observation, it was rational.
For a thing or be rational it has to be based on reason and logic. We pride ourselves on being able to apply reason to any action we take, other than the caveat that under some circumstances when deep emotion is involved then reason and logic get displaced. Being in love or racked with grief places us beyond the standards we insist people should base their actions on, but if emotion makes up 50% of what we do how relevant are we.
It become necessary to question this dilemma, our lives pivoting constantly between reason and emotion, between rational accountability and the supposition that the parts of our life when we are out of control emotionally, is a fraud.  
We live in a haze of unpredictability, caught up in thoughts which have little resemblance to who we would like to be and who we would like others to think we are. Do we have a component which is identifiably us, a sort of DNA marker, a trait we inherit through our chromosomes, good, bad, cruel, kind, helpful or destructive. If our character is set in our stars then the miscreant could be traced back to god's will and punished. But if the formation of the human being we grow into is as much environmental as potty training then the bomber and you have as much in common as you have with the vicar in the pulpit. 
We are the result of billions, trillions of mental interactions, all of which we have simply no control over and the thought of being wounded in the eyes of society, which itself is largely unaccountably out of control, branded and castigated  by people who have their own humbug to put up with, seems to make the suicide bomber just one of life's little anomalies.