So what do you want? Really want, not just think is most prudent. Or worse, think is what I want. - Lois McMaster Bujold

It is imperfect. So are all things trapped in time. You are brilliant, nonetheless. How fortunate for Us that We thirst for glorious souls rather than faultless ones, or We should be parched indeed, and most lonely in Our perfect righteousness. Carry on imperfectly, shining Ista.

War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It’s peace that’s wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.

He was shaken by an unwelcome insight. Lives did not add as integers. They added as infinities. I