Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

It was a fascinating idea - a man, who had never felt joy. Dwin was sure that, if she were to present this idea to either her mom or Dee, one of them could come up with a story. One sentence and so many things to find out. Why was it so? Was it because he had done something during childhood? Or a spiteful fairy godmother had cursed him at birth? Or had it happened during lifetime - an event that delineated a strict "before" and "after". Maybe he had felt joy, but had decided not to. For whatever reason. Then - think - what could be the cure? How to make a heart three times too small to become happy and whole again? Dwin did not yet have the creativity to come up with these answers herself, because there was so much she did not know. The further she travelled, the more people she met, to a greater extent did she admit her gaps in knowledge. 

"Then it is like this - you are good and moral until you are challenged? I would never attack anyone out of nothing, but if I was threatened, I would defend myself - is that what you point to?" she concluded. "So - self-defense is okay. But, what about waging wars? There is always someone, who starts them - that's according to existing legends. Who has the right then? The one, who starts or the one who gets attacked?" it seemed that there was more ambiguity, when it no longer was an individual situation, face-to-face confrontation. "What if... a war starts because of a lie? And you believe that lie to be true and a good reason and later find out that it was not so? What then? How to live with your conscience then?" Dwin knew that it would be horrible for her.