Peace. That's a fascinating word. It's like the good kind of nothing — nothing blowing up in your face, no fighting, nothing out of the ordinary. And yes, it has been our blessing that peace is what we consider the ordinary, that war is the aberration. Not so with everyone around this globe of ours, but in basically your English speaking countries (with some exceptions in time and space, I'll grant you), peace is what we're used to. Nothing. We're used to the nothing, the quiet, the beauty of the still. With the greatest award in the world being the Nobel: there is no Nobel Prize for war, only peace. Hm. I think this is the way it should be. With peace meaning life — and war spelling death — it is, after all, more work to live for a cause than to die for one, n'est-ce pas?
kiara
5:36am thursday, 12th december
beautiful, thought-provoking words...i dont have much time right now to read all ur entries, but i like..no, love...what i see so far...i will be back
take it easy, and nice meeting you
kiara