Kashmir
When mixing the old with the new, one better be vary careful. Careful why? Because whatever hope one might have in preserving the best qualities of the old can be ruined with the introduction of the new. Care would seem to be something that was taken, when Kashmir
In life, according to my view of things, great things only come in two ways, either by accident or with the intent of a human will, and the latter are inherently always at least a bit better than the prior. So goes my human bias. But those greatest things, or those best of the great things, then, must, never be accidents. But because the greatest tragedies also have that very same origin, we have to keep our eyes open for all the ways where we can forget the last and always manage to do the first.
Such accuracy, so it also seems to me, requires, in the very least, proper tools and proper weapons. What such weapons could these be, these things from which great things construct the face of the earth, and walk the streets of her cities? Surely we can answer that, sitting here on our perch on history—we know they once, long ago, never quite got things perfectly right, and even more obvious are the many modern ills, so what of tools composed from both? How about both old and new?