Distance Was A Dangerous Thing, She Knew.

...there Was Another, Gorier Parturition, When Two Nations Incarnated Out Of One. A Foreigner Drew A Magic Line On A Map And Called It The New Border; It Became A River Of Blood Upon The Earth. And The Orchards, Fields, Factories, Businesses, All On The Wrong Side Of That Line, Vanished With A Wave Of The Pale Conjuror's Wand.

There Didn't Seem To Her Any Harm In It, And The Make-believe Was So Comforting.

Birth And Death - What Could Be More Monstrous Than That? We Like To Deceive Ourselves And Call It Wondrous And Beautiful And Majestic, But It's Freakish, Let's Face It.

Walk, First, Through The Fire, Then Philosophize.

The Carnage Upon The Chessboard Of Life, Left Wounded Humans In Its Wake