• Hate is powerful.
    Hate can be eternal.
    Hate can be manipulated.
    And hate can be created.
    The lessons of the past were bitter, brought with blood and death. And the thing that destroyed many was the thing that would later redeem them: A sense of unity. Each tribe was loyal to itself, fiercely dedicated to its members, but rarely to other tribes. What they/ we united under and against was dreadfully wrong and for that we are atoning still. And generations after us will still pay for those mistakes.
    But the unity itself was glorious. And it is the lesson I wish to recover from the ashes. It is the lesson that has caused me too talk to so many seemingly different people, to work together towards goals that we can all be proud of.
    Unity.
    Harmony.
    That is the good lesson of the past, and I have learned it well.