Raquel Lucat

The word “truce” is currently used in the sense of suspension of hostilities'. Where to begin? Campaigns, peace talks; thousands of people shout common feelings: emptiness, fear, frailty. Death is banalized: premeditated, anticipated.

In the midst of all this, the rebels skip their limits. There are no consequences. Lying, stealing, killing, as the example set by Cain, the first man to be born from a woman and a man, the murderer of his own brother. Wounded, wounding, physically and morally. Pregnant women murdered by jurists, advertisers kidnapped by journalists. Crime and its order shred the functioning of the social fabric.

Even in the most violent battles, in all civilizations, there have always been moments of truce, when combatants collected their dead under white flags, a typical human supplication.

The present abstract wars are more violent, and even worse, continuous. The human imagination has been handing out cudgels; it has to stop. Time to pick up the trash. Wipe out the spilled blood. Draw a blank. Creativity and love can be the truce.