The question is:
To be or not to be - at peace?
Peace.
I hate the word.
Just like the bard. And the famous characters. Illusive. Yet ever destructive in the hope of its achievement. Some ignore mirages, some seek them actively. The fools.
Perhaps the best way to achieve the P word - dirty as it is - utopian as it is - is to enable the brain to think in a compartmentalized manner (or was that the heart, one forgets). Pseudo-imitating James Clavell-like samurai spirits.
Does that work in this day and age?
Remains to be seen.
"Peace"
I hate the word.
