Man, even from his earliest beginnings, has always displayed no small talent when it comes to waging war upon others of his kind; it’s an aptitude that has been tested and refined throughout many millennia of brutal conflict and long confrontation.
The art of making peace, however, has never received anywhere near the same impetus; no drive for better efficiency has ever once matched that of its much older counterpart.
It transpires, therefore, that a lot of ground must be made up if so great a disparity in these two disciplines is ever to be bridged. And to have it done so in a manner that makes the best use of whatever time is left.
Sometimes, even between opposites of such extreme polarity, there can exist a very fine line, a thin partition with never a suspicion of it being there in the first place. And, in breaking through this flimsy barrier, two very different worlds then bleed into one another, undergoing a transformation unlike that of any seen before.
Or ever again.
‘With one bound, he was free!’