There is nothing simple. Love is wonderful. War is heroic. The deeper the love, the more terrible its end. The more terrible the war, the more joyful its end. The machinery of conflict has potency and evokes awe. The salt of tears shed in love spice the soul equally for king and slave.
In London I took a couple of photos and from these arose my thoughts. You will have your own.
Emma thinx: If you can think sensibly of love – you are not in it.