For What it's Worth

What good can come from war? There is something you want so you take it; someone wants something from you so you defend yourself. No matter what the circumstance at the heart of every war these simple motive remain. And when you have what you set out to gain you end up with damaged infrastructure, and lost lives. In the past there were things called glory and heroism, when a human being would sacrifice themselves for the survival of the whole, or overcome impossible odds. These examples of human potential could be seen as good derived from war; but such things will soon become inexistent as wars begin to be fought using unmanned machines and snipers laying miles away from their target. Then when the dust has cleared you are left with a debasing bill and a new enemy. Alternatively when using diplomacy one is left with no damaged building or dead youth as well as with at least some of whatever they desired. With no saving grace and a clearly better substitute it should now be obvious no good can come from war.

But I shouldn’t have had to tell you that.

A Passing Thought

When do we have time to think? Always busy, always moving, my job, my friends, my life. So constant, so unstoppable. Swift rapids of focus bled out by so many tributaries. When is there in this modern world some time to sit down and assess the situation? To really take a look at yourself without distraction, to take a look at the world without influence? Perhaps such things can only achieved when travelling, on a hike, in a car, on a train. It seems only in transit where cell phone conversations are taboo and laptop cables can’t reach do we attain the quite, peace and boredom necessary. So I urge readers, wander, travel, see the world. It’s too big not to bother seeing.

Introduction

I admit that I have been rather apprehensive about creating a blog. Only after the urgings of a friend did I actually take up the virtual pen and begin to transcribe my thoughts. At first I was confronted with the biggest problem any writer faces. With the near infinite letter combinations that lay before me what in heaven and earth could I describe with my philosophies.