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The one especially interesting aspect, or question, of war, is who exactly is at war? You can have a
war with several countries, several people or even a war with yourself; a mental struggle.

The Civil War was a war where one nation fought amongst itself. Who is at war, who is being
imprisoned. Once a prisoner becomes institutionalized, once they become so comfortable to the
society within the prison walls, when you set that prisoner free, you may actually be imprisoning
him in the outside world. Just like that piece of rock in space, a prisoner sometimes wants to stay a
prisoner. Maybe that's why most of them end up going back to prison after they are freed.

On the news they say they caught the person who murdered that man not too far from my
apartment building. It was over some drug situation, and the perpetrator is going to be locked away
for a long time.

The victim was intoxicated at the time of his death, and the assailant was caught and it is
speculated that after being shown that they had forensic evidence on him, he confessed and
provided details about others in his organization in an attempt to reduce his prison sentence.

One thing we will all come to realize eventually is that we will always want more until we decide
we want nothing. We are always waiting for our plates to be filled, but even when they are there is
always an empty side-dish.

We tell ourselves we'll be happy and content when we get that job. When we fall in love and get
married. When we have a house. When we have children. The thing is it's never enough. It will
never be enough. Not until enough is enough.

Chapter 25:
THE MOTH EFFECT

I open the front door to the apartment building and the Sun's rays hit me as if I had been in darkness
for years. I notice that the plants are beginning to grow, and I can only hope that they grow
properly. I start to think about how the Sun's rays, as powerful as they may be, how they don't
reach the garden, and how sad the zinnias that were there before must have felt.

In the distance I see Mary getting out of a parked car with a bouquet of red roses, and this image
reminds me that it's Mother's Day, but I've never figured Mary for a mother. Maybe the roses have
nothing to do with the holiday.

Mary passes by me with a fur-coat that probably cost an animal its life. Insult to death. I'd like to
think that the animals that are killed for their fur were primarily killed for their nutritional value.
There can't be any righteousness in killing an animal simply for its properties in appearance. Only
to gain in the selling of fur or leather.

I can also tell that she's drunk when she walks pass me, and that she's not conscious enough to
notice that her driver is yelling out her name because she forgot something. I end up having to help
her in that department.

Lynne told me that red roses symbolize love and romance. These red roses remind me of Maria,