Turning off the head and hearing the world, this is the nectar of the cosmos. Words cannot illustrate my point, but merely chip away at what is not my point. Equanimity is promised by half-hour workouts, burnished furniture, a house at the seashore, meditation between appointments, and a politics of apathy. Love, the understanding of our needs and inclusion of the needs of the other, is absent. Enemies will fight enemies and wars will continue.
Resolution has no enemies.
War has no friends. We cannot love because before we can love, we must face our pain. Unable and unwilling, we settle for less and feel nothing. To sit, breathe and absorb would be to let our guard down. This guard protects us from not only others, but ourselves.