the air thick with the fumes of progress technology the new religion searching for answers in a computer the wizardry of traveling to distant planets babies made to order for desperate women the cloning of a species the world smaller, torn by old conflicts landmines for children frolicking in the field barbed wire herding people together like cattle refugees fleeing to another reality an uncluttered sky the evening meal on the table the gift of love cherished like a Beethoven Sonata, a Van Gogh painting, wine from Bordeaux war laid to rest in the catacomb of history –Mary Engelberg