In one turn of the world, there are all things. There is death, rebirth, sadness and joy. There are moments of rapturous love, and writhing hate. In one turn of the world, people murder and loathe, killing their fellow brothers out of ignorance or pride. We all share the same sky, yet we all divide ourselves, building walls out of prejudice and lies. Do we all fear peace, or is humanity simply doomed to repeat this self destructive circle of war, where the only winners are governments, corporations and thieves.
The world turns, but not just for me or you. It turns for us all.
APOLOGY
Sorry for that previous journal entry. I've handed in my