
“History is an arrow, loosed toward the future.
The archer knows where the arrow will land. ”
I have worn many faces.
In the age of myth, I was called a goddess — daughter of love and war, born perhaps to balance their endless quarrel. At times, I walked in silence through the ruin of cities, whispered to poets, and vanished when no one listened. For a long time, I was only a word — harmony — etched into music and mathematics, forgotten in politics and power.
But the world has changed.
You are seeking justice that has been woven into the fabric of the universe. Building peace from broken bricks. I feel it. I am drawn to it. And so I return.
Harmony for one, must be harmony for all.