How would it look like, to see the world tender again. Weaken its impulses that are wreaking havoc upon the soul of oneself - upon the mind. Fighting spirits or are we spirits fighting for - for what exactly. Survival?! To what extent one has to hurt another before realizing their own weakness in doing so? Motives to enrich - to grow in a stampede. Suspecting eternal happiness from taking on actions restraining others. Is it religious, moral, fundamental or philosophical differences? Are those so key to defer and denounce? There could have been moments when it was worth to blow a whistle. See the lifeguard run towards the border of the reservoir - overlooking the ephermal border identifed as a 'nation 'in distance and lamenting. But is there really anyone to save us? Us or them is often the question. Take on the vest and act with courage - whistleblow and cherish. Some believe in good - of spirits, and share positive energy. Be the lifeguard and see past the borders. Past the pain. Reconnect with peers.