Long before there were humans. Much longer than there has been this Universe so many think and have come to understand as being a present and unique existence, there was war.

There are periods where a person thinks their world matters, that the feelings of joy and happiness or anger and hate really have a meaning. For the individual, for the planet Earth and those uncountable others bearing Life, it does matter but only for the beings, the minds of such worlds. However, it has no meaning as a whole for a war so old, so violent, so powerful that every Sun in existence combined would be but a dim flicker of a candle set to glow alone in a vast desert during the darkest of night compared to the power of what has fought itself for what some would say, eternity.

Throughout eternity there have been and will be and (impossible to translate) beings that have come to understand that there is much more than themselves and whatever world(s) they inhabit. Sadly, for most, it comes far too late. But a very few, a tiny fragment of sand called Life realizes that the body, the energy, the soul, needs to become what it is and not what the body is.

Some say death is a portal to a new world, a new life, a beginning. Some say that death starts the clock over again as the Life is reborn in a new body with energy and soul. There is a lot that biological creatures of intellect say and believe.

Time is a part of war. Time is also nothing more than an illusion and definition of what most regard as reality and of how a world functions.

Nuclear half life of 25,000 years or 50,000 years or even 1,000,000 years? And what is a year for Earth? 365 days? And a day is a cycle, a rotation of the planet as it circles a sun? For biology that accepts birth and death, it is a function that works well. But for that which infects and blesses Time, it is nothing more than a part of a battle immense.

Dimensions. You understand. I understand. Some understand four dimensions. A mother for example can know when her child is sick even without being with that child. But there are more dimensions beyond the four that can only be understood from the perspective of another form of energy.

So, a lot of words written in only a few minutes to talk of a war which all will consider a strange form of fantasy and fiction.

A tiny cell inside your body understands what is being written while the billions and trillions of cells combining inside your brain are absolutely clueless except, as the individual cell, it is fully understood… Now why is this? One cell knows as an individual yet in a group is blind? It is this way because it has to be, to confuse and comfort that which is unable to handle much more than the life the body has been given.

Pawn is a word worthy of a soldier. A foot soldier.

An organic body is a part of its planet. A foot soldier.

It would be wonderful to have others see what is so easy to see and feel. To travel without a body so far and so fast. To learn. To grow. To be.

But, it is also wonderful to have others blind to what is so easy to see and feel. To not travel. To learn what they cannot grasp. To shrink in horror at what is going on. To be.

There are many factors on many levels, on many layers. Call them Generals. Call them Angels. Call them Devils. To hate. To love.

This war  or War or WAR or however you want to call it, exists. A constant barrage of striving to become one completely… with one side… or, the other…

One cell knows. Combined, clueless. And there is a clue to ponder and as such, a small, tiny piece of inspiration.

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For God so loved the world He sent his only begotten Son

to follow

Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do

and with

Forgiveness is such a great power it always wins above all, especially confusion.