It’s a fine line to walk – the narrow way of pacifism;
the path well-protected by the warring kind;
the soldiers well-paid, well-fed, and well…broken down
till they are no longer an individual —
just another cell in a body of petri dishes doing battle.
Where turning the other cheek gets you dead pretty quick.
On another note:
If we finally find peace of mind in Heaven, who’s gonna want to rest?
The “meet and greet” sessions must be endless. 😉 My spirit moves…