We were on our way to watch the sunset from the beach when we rounded a corner and there, in front of us, were the shattered remains of a temple structure.
With a synchronicity not unusual between us, we looked at each other and stopped the car. As easily as we had agreed we didn’t need to see the sites of infamy and shame, of martyrdom and mayhem, we knew there was no getting around it, the war can’t be ignored. Despite new roads, electricity, pipe born water and flourishing farms, its heavy hand still hovers.
I’m not going to talk about it except to post this series of photographs of an old temple and what it’s destruction stands for – has stood for across the aeons Man has been incapable of learning how not to hate.
While only “Man is Vile”, the human spirit also has the capacity to soar and transcend. A huge new building is being erected on the transverse axis of the ruins.
And, as the sun sunk lower we saw that life continues.