Shattered Webs
Points meet and swirl in an eddy of communication and reach, growing into a circle so large that light must surely shine from its depths…
…until the darkness of the surround intrudes and the circle spins more slowly
…and falters
…and breaks
Splintering into bits and pieces of shattered web, gossamer fine, edges dulled by wit
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And Mike writes:
“On 8 April, the Israeli army allowed a single ambulance access to the camp for the first time in 10 days. However, as the ambulance evacuated three badly injured people from inside the camp, Israeli troops held up the ambulance and violently snatched two of the injured, claiming they were terrorists and were under arrest.”
And AKMA writes:
“No one should be subject to the fear of sudden violent death; no one should be subject to the fear that tanks will flatten his or her home. And so far as I can tell, no one advances the cause of peace by killing more people. Killing more people advances the causes of hatred (suppressed or overt) and vengeance, and killing more people will only cost a steadily increasing number of lives.”
And Elaine writes:
“Killing innocent people is wrong. It’s wrong for the Palestinians and it’s wrong for the Israelis. But if neither side doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of warring on their neighbors, then they should simply stop making war and resolve to negotiate.”
And Meryl writes as she and Mike Sanders join in March:
“We want peace, too. But not at the cost of the State of Israel, or by more loss of Jewish lives.”
And Jonathon writes:
“All around Beckett senseless arrests and killings were commonplace. Even more devastating was the knowledge that numerous friends were either colloborating openly with the Germans or indirectly toadying to them. He found himself unable to remain neutral any longer. Now that the war touched his friends, it was no longer a philosophical exercise — it had become grimly personal.”
And Chris Writes:
“Bathe in the blood of your enemies, before they have a chance to caper like children in arterial gouts of yours. Cleanse the world of your hated foes, yes, that’s it, ethnically cleanse.”
Splintering into bits and pieces of shattered web, gossamer fine, edges dulled by wit
