Where there is land there is war. Where there is language there is argument. Where there is inequality there is battle.
Humanity’s extremes are revealed in war. We are each a hurricane. Our courage, fear, and drive toward survival is immense. The hurricane’s nature is to destroy uncontrollably; its force and violence too wild to feel what destruction is. Though we seem unlike ourselves our integrity is revealed in the eye. In the eye we see the true, terrible force of nature. The eye is stark but not unnatural. A resounding absence of fury shows us what survival is, where hope remains and joys might reside. It is still the hurricane, that eye. It is still a piece of the storm even with a nature that sets it so apart.
In countries, in homes, in families, in hearts, in absences of every sort, we see that where war once was war remains.