Human history is a strange paradox.  It's one of yearning, and evolution . . .emblazoned by a bright flame of hope.  But it is also littered with horrors.  Unspeakable acts of injustice and humility.  As humans, we desire to dwell in a utopic wonderland, devoid of life's harsh realities.  A world of magic, miracles and dreams.  Yet the cold reality-is that wars, violence and man's inhumanity to man are inherent in the fabric of our world. . .

 

Our passion is our blessing.  It's the very thing that makes us human.  A trait that separates us from the animal world.  But the irony is that passion is also the culprit:  Remove passion from any conflict and there is no conflict.  On the other hand, remove passion and there is no humanity.  We are the nexus of everything, our past and our future.  Our hopes and our horrors.  Our tainted heritage and our brightest dreams.  And true to our nature, when even our most noble passions collide-we become less of what we wish to be, and more of what we were . . .