War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless,

Look At The Moon In The Sky, Not The One In The Lake.

Die Happily And Look Forward To Taking Up A New And Better Form. Like The Sun, Only When You Set In The West Can You Rise In The East.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

Where, With Your One Rose You Can Buy Hundreds Of Rose Gardens?

Christian, Jew, Muslim, Shaman, Zoroastrian, Stone, Ground, Mountain, River, Each Has A Secret Way Of Being With The Mystery, Unique And Not To Be Judged.