Sometimes I struggle. Lately I've struggled. Now I find myself in the middle of a re-set. Do I change or is it the world around me? Does it really make any difference?
Everywhere I look there seem to be lonely saints.
Is it not obvious that war kills people? Not soldiers alone. Babies, civilians, invalids. Seems that we join forces with the side standing up to the baby killers. The history books reveal later that our side kills babies, too.
In my despair, a flicker of hope remains. Barely. Rock breaks scissors, but that's not always the match. Love breaks hate. Eventually.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.