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War eludes grasping. It is as if you & the men around you perpetually strive to impose order on the chaos of something untransmittable. Only men like De Wet, you think, comprehend the war to its full extent. We, beset daily by events that defy reality, can later make no sense of anything. We are merely a crumb tumbling in a saddlebag as somebody gallops away.

I see God comes towards me through mud.

God has no ears.

He stares with blunt & lashless eyes.