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War's Glance


We may imagine that we are defending ourselves from an "evil", those "others", who, by the way, believe that they too are defending themselves from an "evil", those "others", but in truth, we are merely buying into a lie we tell ourselves in order to sleep better and to support a machine that has no interest in our well being as a collective peoples.

When we go to war, the circle is no longer utilized for harmony. When we humans insist upon marching back and forth on only one segment of the circle, and only march to another segment to bomb and kill others as commanded and/or chosen, then the circle becomes a conveyor belt with sides and walls and borders that return us again and again to our fears and to the destruction of humanity and the circle we all walk around on. When one segment breaks away and its "perfection" is broken again and again, it is, and rightfully so, no longer a circle.

It is a vicious cycle that must be stopped so that the balance of Peace and Love can meet upon the circle.

I do most honestly pray that all of the warriors return Home safe, yet I realize that in order to break the cycle of War and destruction we must end the madness of fear and might and implement the sanity that only Peace and Love, that only Forgiveness and Kindness can assemble.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

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