Their feet are spread apart in a perpendicular line, and they are standing in a crouched position. Eye to eye and sword to sword they cast their arms in ready placement and await the beginning command. It's combat at it's greatest, and the pursuant is to shortly be revealed. Soon the weapons will fly in multitudes of directions, and the slicing will begin as absurdity becomes knowledge and blindness becomes revelation. Soon reason will replace ignorance, and justification shall rise to the level of sensibility. But alas, who shall engage in the battle? What shall be the endpoint of the war, and who will dare slice beyond the absurd?
“Tuck tail and run” the little boy said to the other as the conscientious boy began to avoid the conflict. “Be like a chicken” the bully cat-called as a battle decree, until the engagement avoiding opponent turned back and drew his plastic sword. “Battle” was the unavoidable opponent's cry, and immediately the slicing began. First, the sword flew to the right, then the sword swooshed to the left. Clash! Clash! Smack! Smack! Each contender swung with might toward his position. Reasons were yelled and justification was exemplified. Contention was validated as each boy drew back with greater and greater force until they both fell to the ground. Cause was worth it, and respect was earned. No longer would there be a place for avoidance, and no longer would there be a reconciliation desired. Truth prevailed, and relevance to relationship was now put to the side. There is a cause beyond being nice, and restoration would fall to the place of the mystical, rather than the forefront.
One indeed wonders at the engagements that are not unlike the little boys. Husband-wife, child-parent, boss-employee, employee-boss, political party-political party, candidate-candidate, news reporter-news reporter, commentator- commentator. All are engaging, and draw their swords, and the world wonders, “Why can't we all just get along?”
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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