War
From late Old high German werran “to confuse, perplex“. Cognates suggest the original sense was “to bring into confusion.”
There was no common Germanic word for “war” at the dawn of historical times.
Romanic peoples turned to Germanic for a word to avoid Latin “bellum” because its form tended to merge with bello- “beautiful.”[9]
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World War I was the confusion of global territory.
World War II was the confusion of global leadership.
World War III is the confusion of global cooperation.
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IV cheers for III tears:
I. To a world where we are distinguishisable rather than extinguishable, the woodwinds in a symphony of strings and brass, where all is rhythm, harmony, steady hands, and sunset breath.
II. To a world where we see that every soul as a catalyst with immesureable and irreplacable intricacy – and where we see that we are crippled until treated as such.
III. To a world that is small, direct, succinct, instinctive in principal, wary of quick wisdom, and motherly in morals.
IV. To a world founded on deep trust, unconditional truth, cataclysmic invention, self-induced virtue, and wild affection
V. To a world without struggle, adolescence, growing pains – where the dynamics of chaos are equal to the dynamics of peace.
John said imagine, Clinton said get off your ass and jam. Louis said walk the sunny side of the street, Paul said it’s easy. Gwen said what you waiting for, Mayer said the world to change. Beastie boys scream whatcha want while Anthony cried wake up, venus. Meanwhile Dorothy’s just hanging out with her todo. Hey, I guess I better walk away…to a world where breaking a mirror simply means 7 days of good cake baking.
