I Never Met A Jesuit

The Arms Race Is Worse Than It Ever Was, The Dumping Of Creation Down A Military Rat Hole Is Worse Than It Ever Was, The Wars Across The Earth Are Worse Than They Ever Were.

Sometime In Your Life, Hope That You Might See One Starved Man, The Look On His Face When The Bread Finally Arrives. Hope That You Might Have Baked It Or Bought Or Even Kneaded It Yourself. For That Look On His Face, For Your Meeting His Eyes Across A Piece Of Bread, You Might Be Willing To Lose A Lot, Or Suffer A Lot, Or Die A Little, Even.

Of Course, Let Us Have Peace, We Cry, "but At The Same Time Let Us Have Normalcy, Let Us Lose Nothing, Let Our Lives Stand Intact, Let Us Know Neither Prison Nor Ill Repute Nor Disruption Of Ties ... " There Is No Peace Because There Are No Peacemakers. There Are No Makers Of Peace Because The Making Of Peace Is At Least As Costly As The Making Of War - At Least As Exigent, At Least As Disruptive, At Least As Liable To Bring Disgrace And Prison, And Death In Its Wake.

It's Not Going To Be Easy To Change Things.

Because We Want The Peace With Half A Heart And Half A Life And Will, The War, Of Course, Continues, Because The Waging Of War, By Its Nature, Is Total - But The Waging Of Peace, By Our Own Cowardice, Is Partial.