Somewhere out there in the great expanse of human experience is the concept of enemy. **en·e·my** _ˈenəmē/Submit_ - noun: enemy; plural noun: enemies a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something. - synonyms: opponent, adversary, foe, archenemy, rival, antagonist, combatant, challenger, competitor, opposer; More antonyms: ally, friend - a hostile nation or its armed forces or citizens, especially in time of war. noun: the enemy "the enemy shot down four helicopters" - a thing that harms or weakens something else. "routine is the enemy of art" It floats like a haze over the lives and interactions of those whom we would live in harmony with. Husband and wives find themselves at odds, children find themselves opposed to parents, friends disagree, siblings part ideologies... The haze descends and we find ourselves, enemies, perceived or otherwise. Nuance is out the door, reason flees the growing tension, and all that proceeded is distilled into offense. We raise up our siege engines all the while closing our gates. What we don't say and what is never uttered is that in our rooms surrounded by the citadel of our own ideals, we mutter to ourselves, like a madman. Our adviser is bitterness, rage, and our own hurt. Hurt that does not care who inflicted it, only that it would never heal. If I had a warm fire to rest at in a world full of trees and stones. If this digital platform was not the poor man's obscure notebook of philosophy from the bottom, then I would say come sit by my fire. For I have seen the others and they are humans. Sure ideology, ethos and creeds influence man. We feel we become those things. We feel them burn in our deepest marrow. Yet no creed worth the ink that penned it denies at the very base of things that humans every single one is valuable and equal. If we can at the very least come to this; I desperately hope that the next step the lamp lights involves the word forgiveness.