Between races to divide them thick and fast, as encouraged occupations advance their splintered past, they leave little more than the groundwork for extremist forces to breed where the cracks were born. And those who have blind faith in proxy wars abate all conceivable resolutions. I’m not alone, I know, as I’m pained to see generations lacking any memory of anything outside of war and strife. Beyond our comprehension of their plight. Signals crossed, collision paths, static screams, and splintered seams. Lives are inexpensive, but when is payment ever due? Wars abroad will end at home. The motives and manoeuvres will always vary and diverge to conduct western liturgies. Wars abroad will always end at home. Our delusions diminish our ability to distinguish windows from TV screens.