They enact a strip-tease of layers of personality,
owning up to the masks that are worn,
until their naked selves are communicated.
In the Garden of Eden, there were no accumulations of cultural debris -
learnt behavior to hide the vulnerability and beauty of being.
We have locked away our softness - where all our potency bubbles up from.
Only those who know the preciousness of life are willing to take up arms to protect it.
The peacefulness of reconciliation comes at the price of a bonfire of illusions.
Naked we come into the world and if we are lucky and brave, we can die in the midst or our life, to be reborn, back to our true nature.