It began with every infant life, in or without the arms of the Madonna, learning warmth and cold, dark and light. Though these first steps were simply reactions, and the coddled child was swamped with them long into the night. Morning came, and the exhausted babe felt hunger. His dilated pupils searched the length of the room and turned to no ( Read more... )

War in essence steals emotions, vitality, resources, identity; until you are left with a victory upon which to rebuild yourself or a skeleton you cannot recognise ( Read more... )