The human race is a mixed up bunch. Rascals and saints, switching from day to day and person to person, era to era. This morning I’m a scoundrel, tonight an angel. He was a bastard until he saved her life. She was a genius, until she forgot how to love.

How did we start, and where will we finish? Nobody knows. All there is are clues.

Some clues are in the heart. Others are in the dirt. Some in the mind.

An archeologist spent years trying to figure out why and how civilization started. All the clues pointed to war. Mankind banded together and created cities out of a need for protection from others of our kind, who wanted what was not theirs.

Then they found in Peru the original city, the first city ever founded in the Western Hemisphere, circa 2,600 B.C.E., created even before pottery came to be. They call it Caral. I call it good news.

You see, that archeologist looked and looked for signs of war in that ancient place. There were none, no battlements, no fortifications, no weapons. Turns out that original city was founded strictly on trade, not on war. And for one thousand years they lived in peace. Fifty generations of peace.

Caral, the original city.

Peace,

LWIII