peace is not made but discovered. all the parts of peace make up the whole of peace and the myriad pieces are scattered across the four dimensions of the soul: the length, width, depth and time of our attention is the gravity that contains our discovery of the parts becoming whole. it is the failure of mind to (un)find the whole as the pieces belie how peace is the-all. every archetypal force is singular every existential truth adds up to one. man is living among pieces and praying for the-all but to position our being against pieces is becoming the unraveling that becomes the undone