in one quiet moment in my one small spot on this earth,
i consider the beauty of nature and the wonder of life,
and reconsider the motivation behind all things.
in the beauty of movement and grace, in the martial arts,
we find ourselves trained in destructive, even deadly technique.
how and when did we get to this place in our minds,
in our bodies and memory of bone and flesh and joints and muscle?
was there a time when we resigned ourselves to war?
are we not seekers of peace?
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