How soon do we forget. Time's essence fades even
recent episodes of great moment into the dim past
when their authors have lost the authority that
enabled triumphs of performative change that no
others pursued with a similar recognition of the
requisite methodology to succeed in an ancient
culture of clan, custom and distrust. An admittedly
loathsome arbiter whose personal failings
engendered an aura of unease with traits lacking
finesse, yet endowed with persuasive skills of
such measure as to move asunder resolute and
enduring tribal hatreds in favour of opening minds
to the potential of gain in forswearing the distance
of suspicion, the worn qualities of hatred, drawing
hand to hand, resolving hostility for communion.
Where is that master craftsman of detente now?
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