Come let us contemplate peace; ponder the aching mystery of reaching a world quietly, sweetly—bereft of the sounds of discord and killing.
In so doing, do we contribute, in some form of ethereal energy, subtle or maybe not so subtle—even the slightest whisper of progress towards reaching that peace?—the reality of a world at peace?
If it is even the slightest whisper, let us begin now and never stop.
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