I’m in trouble is the opening phrase. The last word is war. Not a happy song but an honest and necessary one. Men are set against each other. Women are at each other’s throats. We are taught rivalry from the womb. The world is restless, always spoiling for a fight. No one seems to know how to live in healthy relationships. We persist in turning every community into a sect, every enterprise into a war. We realize, in fugitive moments, that we were made for something different and better—“I’m all for peace”—but there is no confirmation of that realization in our environment, no encouragement of
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