That was all it took.
And though there were days when it was only my rage that held me together, and nights when but for fear I would be lost, I held to my heart the truth of my years: these are not the only times. And though you are out there, and your presence pains me, and I pray that you harm no other as you harmed me, I know this as well: that we share this rock, and we are part of the same organism. For all the energy I waste on hating you, I may well hate my lungs for all the good it would do this world. You and I, we are human. And even if that is all we share, it is enough for me to wish you this: peace, sir. Peace.