Oct 14th 2009 Regarding Peace
When my son was three or four years, he asked me what peace was. I remember the day distinctly because it was one of those questions like why do we die? or why some people suffer? which leaves you uncomfortable, leave you feeling that there is no one answer that can adequately summarize the reasons for these things.
I remember looking to the sky for inspiration. I often look at the sky at such moments. It usually does not let me down, but that day he looked at me with her always smiling like a blue curtain spring freshly washed and I could see no answers in its immensity.
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