The great thing about writing is that is what it is… fantasy, imagination, factual, speculative…

Ghost names are handy, yes, but what is the fun it that?

My name is tolerable to my ear. Antwon sounds cooler but if a name ain’t broke, don’t change it.

Anyway. War and belly buttons.

Humans have no clue. None. As to what real war is.

Sure. They lob bullets at each other. An atomic bomb or two. Some arrows. Maybe even a rock or candle holder lobbed up-side of the head. But war? Real war? Ha!

Yeah. A few million dead here and there sounds a bit scary. A bit horrific. But it is nothing. It is like squishing a cockroach only to have its eggs hatch for thousands of more.

Now, war, between immortals who do not have a belly button as evidence remaining of a once attached life cord… Wow! Now THAT IS a really a spectacular situation.

War.

It is

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