"Tell me, what do you think is our chances that we get out of this unscathed?"

"Why ask? The statistics wont change anything."

"I guess a 50-50 chance can lift the spirit up."

"Don't fool yourself."

//overheard conversation between two Dodos on global warming.

How do you build peace on a nation of disparate culture? I am not sure about my history. I am not sure how things got started. I am not sure if they are sure how it started. How do you heal a wound that's been bandaged, dressed, bandaged, dressed, bandaged... endlessly?

Now, there's money in it!

If you are selling bandages, would it be more profitable if the wounds never heal? You just yanked those bandages forcibly (taking bits and pieces of flesh, yeah) and what do you get? Fresh wound!!!! It's going to be a bloody sight alright. Don't get me wrong but I am here to get more money out of it.

Ours has been a long story of conflict. of prejudice. of discrimination. of poverty. of hopelessness. of ....

There, alone in that vast flat arid existence, is a mother, a sister, a brother, a father, a friend. every one hoping for a better tomorrow.

Is there hope for peace?

Today I am tirelessly doing my very best to prepare what could be one of the things I should have done a long long time ago. For days and nights I have scrawled on countless papers, tasted pencil leads and chewed on erasers. I didnt mind not getting enough sleep. I didn't mind the scorching heat as I travel along unshaded paths to carry the message.

To what do I owe this futility? To whom do I offer this oppurtunity? Will I still be around when it has grown majestically?