Peace of the mind

The sun was blazing. His mouth was parched, and his feet grew weary of walking. He had no where to go, and soon, he thinks he will die. He ran away from his home, left razed by the regime that had taken over his nation, his birthplace. Parted from his family, he was left with nothing but the clothes on his back.

And then, a person came along. And he took the boy. They left that desert, forever.

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To start, A few quotes to whet your appetite:
"Therefore, whoever desires peace, let him prepare for war."
-Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus in De Re Militari.

"Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, War. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and calm pulse to exterminate his kind. He is the only animal that for sordid wages will march out…and help to slaughter strangers of his own species who have done him no harm and with whom he has no quarrel ... and in the intervals between campaigns he washes the blood off his hands and works for "the universal brotherhood of man" — with his mouth."
-Mark Twain, The War Prayer.

A more prominent one:
"War does not decide who is right, war decides who is left."
-Bertrand Russell

#Additional quotes on War can be found here.

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Evolution have brought us to this stage, for what we know, we have tongue to speak, ears to listen, and most of all a mind to judge, as such, then why are there wars? Do peace and compromise hold no value? It is how we believe our minds work. We crave for war and violence, that little primitive part of us that still tingles within us, one way or another, it could be present due to our survival instincts. Or rather just some of us have our own underlying motives to encourage it, be it for vengeance or profits or anything else.

Peace, in relativity, is rather complex. To have peace is to not have war, and yet to not have war does not always mean peace. It is not the war that we fight to conquer, but it is the wars we fight to secure the peace that is the one that counts. Terrorist are criminals, and no doubt terror acts, are a crime, and war, should it not be an act of terror, be it that it diminishes a nation, or its people, it terrifies everyone, the world. Shouldn't it be criminalised too?

If we continue to be ignorant of the atrocities of war, no doubt, we would soon find ourselves, living in a void, which we would destroy ourselves. Peace is anything but an illusion, and we know it more than anyone else, we have achieved peace before, and anything now is but to stop wars from ever happening.

Now it comes to the part where you can contribute, by visting some of these sites:

• Kuala Lumpur Foundation to Criminalise War
• Perdana Global Peace Organisation
• MALAYSIANS for PEACE
• Ministry of Peace
• War Child UK

To stop war, you must understand the atrocities of war, do not be complacent, be proactive, and see the world change, by little contributions of everyone, for everyone.

The Rather Peculiar Case of a Clock.

When this little boy grew up, he was rather compelled to follow the path of his father's path of a clockwork artisan. But as he did, he found that there was a pretty handful of issues to contend to.

This boy knew not the world and likewise did the world, as he was himself a much more latent person, and was never the sociable little player. And in all his free time, he used to think. And thinking soon became a practice to him, and long before he knew it, he found that rather this clockwork workshop, his father had, is a very interesting yet it was not what he had wanted.

He grew up then, as a precocious child and soon found that he was not the only one who lived off the lane, he find that in all the years of helping his father, he has understood how each piece of gear fits into a clock precisely, and how it was that these whole gears work together as a clock.

"This is my large clock", he thought," And maybe I would make changes to its little gears and make this clock different." He set out and never looked back. He knew that being a clockwork artisan wasn't at all the life he wanted, but as a settlement for his soul for a little bit of peace.

He pushed the little gears, changed them, and see that his works of precious clockworks coming to life, yet he was unable to change that large clock he had. The clock would always ring the same, and it would always end up the same, however more he push and clanked, the clock was ever the same. He tried changing all the gears but to no avail, he tried refining the gears but also to naught.

The gears chinked on and the world moved on, and that little artisan that continued to work on. He changed the clock, in his little ways, yet he found that the clock were not derived of its original behaviour, which proved to foil his efforts. Rather later then, he found out the truth. It was this little gears which proved to be of a difference, yet the clock as a whole wasn't. He realised, "If it is the clock that is not working, change the gears only, it will only put it back upon the state it were before it dislodged. But if to change the clock itself, is to change its entirety, then do so, but never stop, or it will fall back to what it was."

Commentary: To be exact, if it weren't metaphorical, this would make no sense. And it would also make no sense, if you can barely read the title. He also said,"I relish radish."