But in all chaos, in all pandemonium, there is a certain calculation. A balance that never once tips the scale any which way. It steadies often but never falters. The great weight of the world. There are some exceptions of course, but they too fail at disrupting equilibrium. War is a simple term for a complex topic. It has been practiced countlessly throughout the years. The World Wars, Civil Wars, Ukraine's War are only a few of millions. They each had attempted to shift balance. People dying, oppressed and alone. War is a dirty topic people tend to stray from, but still there is reckoning. No one deserves war to be brought upon them. Unless, of course they had searched for it themselves. This applies to the human mind as well. No one life can pay for the battle that costs a lifetime. No daughters and sons should wait for their parents to come home only to wait by their grave. No innocents should be subjected to the loss of a home. But it happens nonetheless. What are these consequences paying for? The question would ring out through centuries. Is war really just the price for mans' greed? What a hefty cost to bear. There is possibly no answer. A human's life couldn't have enough years to fully analyze the subject, much less approach it. One may only make up conclusions that fit that specific scenario. Nevermore, nothing stays permanent. Nothing, except the unforgiving hands of time. The ones that wrap us gently until our hour of emancipation.