Stanley Green, a photographer whose work in perilous places made him one of the leading war photographers, had this to say about his work covering war:
”The quest is to try to understand why human beings behave the way they do. The question is, How does this happen? And sometimes, the only way to find out is to go to where it is happening. One day the neighbors are talking to each other over the fence, and the next they are shooting at each other. Why is it that we don’t consider life precious, and instead we literally let it drip through our fingers?”
How would you answer Mr. Green’s question? Why do we let life slip through our fingers by fighting each other? What are humans always battling? How can we bring a stop to this?