War degrades everyone. Not just the killed. The killer is degraded. Animals, the landscape, the climate. We do not have a soul that is separate from other souls. The world is my soul. When the world is degraded my self suffers. When I am degraded the world feels reverberations.
if a woman tells you you have “nice hands” she is doing everything in her power not to fuck you senseless please release her from her torment her friends are receiving the kinds of messages someone in prison would send