- Vol. 05
- Chapter 05
Armed to the teeth, wielding guns, stockpiling weapons, like pirates,
we clench knives. Injurious blades, stab at our essence, sharp edges,
harden our core. Steely indifference kills our children, attacks humankind.
But do you recall Genesis, Noah, after the Flood, a dove, an olive
branch, an offering? Let us clench branches―not blades, be agents
of harmony, couriers of kindness, messengers of peace.