At the Asian Art Museum

War's the personification of mankind, what we can't understand about ourselves and others bubbling up and over and manifesting itself in destructive behavior.

There's a nickel-cadmium battery in our soul that is rechargable from year to year, century to century, full of genetic material that is itself prone to misunderstandings, that gives and takes away our lives.

Each one of us is a miniaturized warrior, carrying around all the battlefields of the past. 

No matter how abstract war becomes--a drone is launched  thousands of miles away from the target--it is always so precise at the very end.

It is easier to imagine a time when we will remember with fondness having hit typewriter keys with our fingers, then texting on iPhones & Blackberry's, then conducting our businesses without pens or paper, than it is to imagine a time without war.

In my own life, having been raised to believe in immortality, I now treasure the feeling of mortality. 

I trust others to protect me from others, but not from myself.