103 years ago yesterday a peace fell over Europe and the world. An unforeseen war in scale of ambitions, manpower, advancement in war technologies and techniques, and, ultimately, deaths — was over. War, however, did not cease in the West or East. The ripples of time flow out of great human causality and are felt in marks left on history by history; poignant contradictions, vast cults of personality and legacies using people against people who are not-to shy of fight, those working hands in bondage to friends who’ve signed themselves to the front. Stories blossom and fade like memory until time like entropy ebbs the strength which held to reason and leaves behind a gradient of refracted light like meaning dimed and bent.