As long as people disagree there’s always going to be war & I don’t agree with an ideal where everyone is the same or agrees on everything. It’s part of the human condition. So, when there’s an upset, lock your doors & man up. There’s always going to be people fleeing & your living room seems like a safe place to them.
A dead bird in the road is the same as a suffering child in its crying mother’s arms. Context, strength & protecting our own gets us through that valley of death.
Everything settles in the end & the tide recedes.