The last bandage removed from the wounds of malice; the last curse levied at a heart like a heart, a mind like a mind; the chamber emptied for all time to our profound relief and our final posterity.
I do not know how we did it, and yet it came to be done; I don't know from where it came, but we found it in us just the same.
This gun was laid down, and never damned our hand again. The chamber emptied, not through angry combustion, but through our collective will.
This day, evermore, we can start our mornings, as our brother, as our sister, forward, and let humanity breathe, at last, as one.
And it started, so very, very long ago, beyond all memory, with me.
But not only me.