Contemplation

We are interested in conflict.  It's almost as if an absence of strife would negate love, too.  With nothing to overcome, with no enemy to prevail upon, how do we know, in contrast, what we love?  Is there cause for celebration if we have not conquered something, overcome difficulty, denied death?

Competition and conflict, large and small, between unseen forces or those right before our eyes, drive us as people.

Can there be war without love, or love without fear?  Which one really defines peace?