Two people pass each other. As one looks upon the other’s skin color, the other is looking back at their appearance. Both justifying, how better and righteous they are, in their own insecurities.

But don’t they say that all is fair in love and war? I heard that somewhere.””‘They?’ Who are ‘they?'””I don’t know. Just people.””That’s what the victorious claim, not the defeated; the powerful, not the powerless....

My species has a great many good reasons for making war, though none of them is as good as the reason for not making war.