Peace. We yearn for peace. Still we fight. We fight in Israel, we fight in Afghanistan, we fight in China, we fight in Russia, we fight in Iraq, we fight in Sri lanka.
One yearns for resolution to this seemingly endless conflict, hopes that there might be a war to end all wars, a hope that ultimatel is not found in the realm of winners and losers but in the realm that transcends both winning and losing, the dissolution of the veil of otherness and alienation. This place beyond both, revealed in the final scene, is a realm of pacification . . . where the blind see and all illusions are removed.
Birds sing.
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