Peace is supposed, imagined, divined, dreamed. Peace’s language, its sounds and rhythms, when read aloud, when read silently, should pacify breath and tongue, make ears and brain be tranquil.
The images of peace are ephemeral, The language of peace is subtle. The reasons for peace, the definitions of peace, the very idea of peace have to be invented, and invented again.
Children, everybody, here’s what to do during war: In a time of destruction, create something. A poem. A parade. A community. A school. A vow. A moral principle. One peaceful moment.
~ Maxine Hong Kingston, The Fifth Book of Peace
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