Another war begins Pakistan, Afghanistan, Russia, Ukraine, Iran, Israel, the United States. Every bullet fired, every missile poisons the air, wounds the earth, weeps through us all. It is not only greed, nor incompetence, nor malice. It is the old current— what we send into the world returns. Like a soul that never learns, trapped in the sorrow of repeating itself, begging to exist without knowing that in war and in love there are no victors. We all lose, even across cosmic distances. Even if we do not smell burned skin, even if we do not see children in flames. Do not ask for whom the alarms sound. There is no shelter for words left unsaid only the quiet ache of a numbed conscience.