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The modern war appears to be a long period of suffering and destruction for millions of anonymous, but still important, citizens, an obscure period of exposure to death, in the concreteness of existence amid the ruins.  Yet, this time creates something that exists beyond time; this death creates something beyond death.

We must ask ourselves, what has humanity achieved?  What has humanity accomplished?  Which objectives did we set, and which did we realise?  What we believe in is capable of inspiring people across the world.  Maybe we have drifted off course from time to time, but we are well-equipped to collect ourselves.  If only we think beyond the values passed onto us by those in control, beyond those ideas spread through methods of indoctrination.  We should not be hiding behind walls and the actions of others, but reaching out to other humans, reaching out to our compassion and innate sense of community.  Not just to dream about a better world, but to make the world a better place.

So much is certain, however we do not find ourselves for this reason at the peaceful end of history and experience.  On the contrary, we live in confusion, violence, and injustice.  Truth and love must prevail over lies and hatred; over murder and warfare.

Not everyone wants to fight through their life.  Perhaps the imagined gaze of future generations can shame us, in Kafka’s sense of the word, into remembering.  Into remembering and embodying the notion that something more is possible and achievable.  It may be difficult, but to believe is to make possible what we find unimaginable.