Lately, I’ve been dreaming about a plan to eliminate all warmongering zealots from the world scene.
They could all come into our place and see one of Ella’s big gummy grins. One where she smiles, opens her bright eyes wide, then squints and coyly looks away. Hearts would melt, and enemies would embrace. For the really hard cases, we’d take them in to rub Will’s head so that they could luxuriate in his thick, downy head of hair. Then they would all beat their swords into pruning hooks, grow some grapes, and have a big party. Perfect.
But then a friend pointed out that this would require a lot of hand washing, and that it’d get pretty crowded. So maybe it’s not such a great idea after all. Isn’t it funny how the best ideas are always undone by the simplest practicalities?