The furrows of war are dug by the plow, the means by which one sows to collect food … but they are defended by soldiers who are often forced to make war.
Sometimes, however, wars that only sow hatred or those that are waged for the pleasure of expanding their borders do not bear any fruit.
The boundaries of the world are often established in eras when communications did not allow for the current globalization.
But to make a war it often takes either the pinnacle of domination or absolute hunger. A country with moderate approval is not tempted to make war because it could fall into a much worse condition than it is
How long can I leave the lights in the ceiling on? And the static from the TV keeps me company ’til I’m gone ‘Cause I rock back and forth Reciting words that I’ve said wrong I swear I’ve been doing fine When I’m busy and got things going on Oh, so girl, what you running from?Oh, maybe there’s something in the midnight hours The midnight hours, you know Or maybe there’s something in the dead of night When I’m sleeping alone Where I always see your face God, I wish I didn’t though Can I have one night, one night, one night Where it’s just me alone?Is it ’cause I’ve been feeling guilty all along? Or is it the gods just tryna tell me to move on? ‘Cause while you’re haunting me, that’s what you’ve done Oh, so girl, what you running from?Oh, maybe there’s something in the midnight hours The midnight hours, you know Or maybe there’s something in the dead of night When I’m sleeping alone Where I always see your face God, I wish I didn’t though Can I have one night, one night, one night Where it’s just me alone?So I, I know what it feels like So I can wake up in the daylight And my chest ain’t heavy ‘Cause you’re not there with me Tell me when that will beOh, ’cause I rock back and forth Reciting words that I’ve said wrong I swear I’ve been doing fine When I’m busy and got things going on So what am I running from?Oh, maybe there’s something in the midnight hours The midnight hours, you know Or maybe there’s something in the dead of night When I’m sleeping alone Where I always see your face God, I wish I didn’t though Can I have one night, one night, one night Where it’s just me alone?One night, one night, yeah So can I have one night, one night, just one night One night, one night, one night Can I have one night, one night, just one night Where it’s just me alone?
Here is my entry for Patti of Lens-Artists Photo A Week Challenge. Spruce Goose (plane made out of wood) at the Evergreen Air & Space Museum, McMinnville, Oregon. Ship at anchor in Astoria, Oregon. That is the Columbia river. Yaquina Lighthouse, Newport, Oregon. Swan Island Dahlia field, Canby, Oregon. I’ve put together a list of […]
To start my afternoon in Liverpool, I visited its Anglican Cathedral to see the Pentecost Doves. You see above the tiers of doves, illuminated in blue light, suspended from the cathedral ceiling. The cathedral’s website describes the exhibition in the following words: “The mass participation art installation, created by renowned sculptor and artist Peter Walker, […]
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