Sharp edges and strong lines; and it's easy to believe we were meant to fight.
Soft flesh and warm pulses; and it's easy to believe we were meant to nurture.
The mind is split, and we lie in between.
We're neither animals nor gods.
We think and calculate and then attack the unknown.
Our irrationality is fed by rationalization.
wars for Peace, and lies in Truth.
We are the ultimate paradox.
The violent humanitarian.
The humane killer.