Peace is an armistice in a war that is continuously going on.
This is not a peace. It is an armistice for twenty years.
What little wilderness remains displays the patterns we must return to, if our species and as many others as now remain are to persist here a while. Ideally this would call for a broad cultural rapprochment with the wild, a long overdue armistice in civilization's war upon it.
Art is the terms of an armistice signed with fate.
Valentine's Day is like Armistice Day - you declare a truce.
Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not.
Yet war doesn't end with armistice, it only ends with forgiveness and reconciliation.
I do think it is harder to acknowledge our strengths, or to forgive ourselves and each other for our shortcomings, when there has not been a result we can all agree on. And it is certainly impossible to imagine forgiving the enemy while their animus remains undefeated. Yet war doesn't end with armistice, it only ends with forgiveness and reconciliation.
