"Diplomacy is dead — long live war and its blazing spirits. But the war humanity truly fights is the one within. The victor will be the one who finds and tames its potent fuse, not the one who topples the most houses and grinds down the tallest buildings.
In the mists of war, the devil is not what heart, mind and eyes want to see. The devil is the phantom antichrist, burning his own degraded coffin together with an estranged army of believing flatliners. Their glorified heaven is crumbled in actual bottled hell, and metamorphosed vision of good paradise is just a well-staged set full of bleak and hollow actors hanging by stubborn audacity of few rusty nails..
Even dead men can stand still without captivating rays of unique and somber love — love that does not kill, that cannot be killed, but reminds every soul why the well walked journey must find the final port, from where the eye of the universe turns her smile into a majestic emerald palace where nothing is impossible and death has no tooth to spare"
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