Thoughts on the contemporary significance of Crime and Punishment

So Crime and Punishment ends - no spoilers here, everyone knows where this novel is headed, right from the start - with Raskolnikov at last, after confessing to his partner-to-be, Sonya, and his beloved sister, Dunya, hauls himself to the police station, where he endures a rambling yet solicitous monologue from his old friend Z. (I can't exactly remember his name and I can't even place where or how Dostoevsky introduced this character into the narrative, but so be it) before at last confessing to Z that he's the murderer. Notably, not only does inspector Porfiry play no role at all in the concluding chapters but FD reports that Porfiry never divulged his fixed belief that R was the killer - he knew he'd done his work when he'd told R of his suspicion and encouraged R to turn himself into the police, which he did, end of story: P will get no credit for his work. We have to wonder how many secrets have been concealed - or revealed. The epilogue shows us R in Siberia, serving his sentence of 8 years at hard labor; Sonya has followed him to Siberia and lives quietly in the same city as the prison (based on Ormsk, where FD was imprisoned for 4 years, the notes tell us); she runs a little business doing seamstress work and wins the affection of all the men in the prison - except for R, who treats her with cold indifference. But after several years - after his mother's death, who died knowing nothing of R's guilt - and after the marriage of Dunya and best fried Razumikhin - Raskolnikov prostrates himself before Sonya and the two are in love; from that point, his imprisonment becomes bearable and he recognizes that he can change, evolve, and be redeemed - though as FD wryly notes that is material for another novel and this story is done. I don't know how many times one can re-read this novel (this was my 3rd reading), knowing full well the outcome from the start, but it seems to be that every reading would bring new understanding and appreciation, not only for some of the greatest scenes in literature - the 2 interrogations with Profiry, Svidrigailov's last night, the abrupt brutality of the killing itself - but for insight into our present state: As R notes in justifying the murder, which he'd thought would relieve him and others (he's generous throughout) of poverty while crushing a woman he can describe only as a "louse," is this any different from our worship of war heroes, who kill to advance the interests of the many, or from bomb-throwing terrorists, who believe their cause can best be advanced by taking the lives of the innocent?