destriers

Light is a funny thing. Our first mysteries of the universe thinking might begin learning the stars in the sky we see are lights first cast millions of years before.  It takes some thinking about that, and we generally stop before reality collapses.

The past has to remain where it is for us to function in the present. The past glaring so openly up there in the night sky, dancing and blinking and flickering away is both mystery and mockery. They offer a cruel playing with our sense of importance, our purposes and beliefs, these photons of forever. The past, today.

Not all past needs the illuminated power of a trillion nuclear explosions. Some pasts linger almost imperceptibly. They are perceived, you know they are there. Like the mystery of the stars, it is easier to ignore, more peaceful that way.

Peace is like that.

or at least the disruption to it.

Violence.