Excuse me my brother while I write this despite everything that was taught. You and I are, in essence, the same., We are both here, right now. Why, then, should we fight? Its not you hating me or me hating you, but rather us hating it all. Why it all has to be. We hate what we don't know, for reasons unknown. Whispered, in our ears by snakes with forbidden fruit and virgins, aplenty. Why then, should we be the ones to fight, to die, for this? Which, is eternally and will forever after be the same, as it's always been? Can we not stop and see that this thing around us, this marvel of beauty of light of peace it's not to be fought or sought over it's not to be possessed or to be prized over but to be shared. Shared and loved by all. For better or for worse, this has to stop. There must be somewhere somehow some change. I am completely and utterly blitzed out of my skull.