Peace! Peace! Peace!

Everybody’s for it. Nobody is against it.

But what is that very elusive quality we call peace? For it means different things to different people.

To some, like Napoleon and Hitler, peace results from killing people—at least it means killing to attain their kind of peace.

Peace is what those who follow Eastern religions say comes only through the obliteration of the individual personality; becoming a part of the universe with no awareness of self. But they really mean serenity.

Peace is what the housewife wants when the teenager across the street is practicing on his drums. She really wants quiet.

Peace is what the shopkeeper wants when he’s worried about paying his bills. He really means that he’d like his store to be busy and bustling with customers. Peace to him means prosperity.

The patient waiting anxiously in the doctor’s office to be told the results of a battery of lab tests wants peace. He really means good health.

WHEN WE DON’T HAVE WHAT WE THINK WE SHOULD HAVE, WE SAY WE NEED PEACE!

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