Fire and Water: Storm Front Coming

And in that bright October sun
We knew our childhood days were done
And I watched my friends go off to war
What do they keep on fighting for?




War is fire.

It has a voracious appetite that will consume everything in its path - land, cities, people, even children.  It doesn't matter that we didn't start the fire.

It doesn't discriminate.

War is sparked by the friction of politics, rubbing moods raw, wearing ethics down until the very fibre of our dark hearts is laid bare.

Sticks rubbed together with enough force can start the fire of war.

Sticks brought together with a lil' bit of tape and vision can create a bed, or a building, or a community. We can even keep the darkness at bay, when we learn to tame that spark for light rather than heat.

But you can built naught with ashes but tombs.

As the weather changes, there are a growing number of brushfires emerging, growing hotter, spreading.

  

Will the world burn?  I think not.  But our saving grace won't come at our hands.

There are other forces at work besides fire; as the weather changes, we're seeing storms of increasing ferocity dashing against aged infrastructure ill-equipped to keep the force of nature at bay.

The last man standing cannot hold back the tide; he will have no one to turn to for aid.  

It is the folly of man that we recognize our place only after we've overestimated our power.

It's the wisdom of humanity that we plan ahead.  

What gives us the grace to look beyond our immediate selves to temporal realities?

I think you know the answer.