Conflict - the perfect recipe

Ingredients:
​A revolution, aged and volatile.
​Falling markets.
​A large selection of well-educated people.
​A bitter slice of the Iran–Iraq War.
​A whole country transformed into a theocratic state.
​A pinch of the death of a president.
​Billion-dollar B-2 bombers.
​A severe economic strain.
​The entirety of the I.R.G.C.
​A century of cold distrust with the West.
​Several spikes in oil prices.
​Drone attacks, garnished with counter-attacks.
​A large supply chain shock.
​Tensions, specifically with the U.S. - ground to a fine powder.
​Cancelled flights and intercepted missiles.
​Reparation flights in hand.
​Hundreds of deaths.
​Failed plans intending to liberate a people - now shaken liberally around the world, left to find whatever life they can.
​Missiles, for both sides to launch.
​Seasoned with death and misery.
​A handful of despair to decorate.

​Method:
​Preheat the area (it’s already warm). The ships alight in the Straits of Hormuz will help with that.
​Marinate a people with a deep and ancient heritage. Place them into an impossible situation.
​Simmer half of the million-dollar Tomahawk cruise missiles in the skies above the capital - save some for later.
​Reduce to total chaos. Choke the shipping lanes until the oil thickens.
​Say no to nuclear missiles. Julienne the borders until the humanitarian, economic, and security consequences spill out.
​Search for the end game. If one can’t be found, simply whisk up widespread displacement and increased migration, then dribble on risks of global financial instability.
​Moisten with a squadron of F-35 jets if required.

​Rest for five minutes. Iranians can’t.
​Blanch a civilization which goes back thousands of years.
​Warm aircraft carriers ready to dispatch and knock back this rich tapestry of a country. Pull it apart—bit by bit.
​Add destroyers, warships, and maybe a few "boots on the ground."
​Turn out this objective of a deranged President onto an unprepared work-surface.
​Finally, cobble together a complete regime change—from the skies above, if necessary.

​Serve:
​Pour out this once-proud culture, once profoundly shaped with poetry, hospitality, and a complex social etiquette of politeness and deference. Display a rich, diverse culture with a mix of Persian, Azeri, and Kurdish traditions.

​Alternatives:
​Try replacing the war with a long-lasting and comprehensive two-state peace deal.
​Try ensuring security for Israel and a viable, sovereign state for the Palestinians.
​Add a splash of regional stability and the cessation of proxy conflicts.
​You might even try a couple of crumbs of humanitarian recovery.

​Nutritional Warning:
​Ask yourself: Who am I fighting? Who am I in a conflict with? Surely not the ordinary Iranian people—haven’t they suffered enough?

Warning: May contain traces of lost generations. Results are permanent. Not suitable for human consumption.

(Haiku)

Eight cans of cider
and another air fresh'ner.
Who is he fooling?

(Haiku)

Frozen mud softens.
Green glass shards, signs of rebirth,
crack the earth's shell.

Do you see?

Some look and see 'black'.
Some look and see 'white'.
Some are told they must see 'white' - despite their eyes seeing 'black'!
Some see in an idealogical way.
Some are told what they see is wrong
and some are told what to say they saw!
Some only see what they know.
Some only see what their gender conditions tell them to see.
Some would never see it even if it happened right in front of their noses!
Some see it with an artistic expression.
Some choose to close their eyes and see nothing
whilst some close their eyes and see only what they imagined they saw!
Some only see what the want to see.

Some close their eyes,
stick their fingers in their ears
...and say they never noticed anything at all!
Do you see?

Peace came upon us

And so it came to pass
the for-told coming of a great storm
and so the storm did settle upon us
clouds brought darkness,
thunder and lightning,
rain brought floods
bringimg forth storms such the eyes of man had never seen!
chaos and mess descended about all the house
lo...

it was Sunday afternoon and, the children had packed and left,
we had a quick tidy up...

And peace came upon us!

Questions

Why are we here and not somewhere else?
Could we be somewhere else at the same time as being here?
What is time anyway?
Why do we only experience time in a forward linear direction? 
Where has yesterday gone?
Can we really know nothing?
Does nothing exist?
Should we be moral?
Do acts of kindness have a motive?
Is God a 'he?'
If there is a God, why does he allow suffering, 
and why does he not intervene when evil takes root?
If God was a 'she', wouldn't she make a better job of it?
Is the most important purpose in life to find happiness?
Have we become less happy in this age of technology?
Who determined that "apple" meant apple and not raspberry? 
How can people believe in something without evidence?
Why do we trust our senses? 
Why do we assume the universe operates on logical laws; rather than chaos and that our perception of reality is true?
Why does humanity exist at this specific point in cosmic time?
Is the 'red' I see the same 'red' you're looking at?
Why do we assume there is a purpose to life?
Are happiness and love just certain chemicals flowing through your brain or is it something more?
Is there inherent order in nature or is it all chaos and chance?
Is it better to be respected or liked?
Is nothing something?
Are humans obliged to better themselves?
Why do we perceive ourselves as the same person over a life-time?
Is having a big ego a negative or positive trait?
Do we really have free will?
Does life require a purpose and goal?
Would you kill 10 people to save 100?
Is it easier to love or to be loved?
Where do thoughts come from?
Does evil come from within? If so, why?
Where were people before they were born?
How does gravity actually work?
Can achieving nothing make a person happy?
Does the law of attraction exist?
What is the voice in our heads and where does it come from?
Does observation alter an event?
If everyone spoke their mind, would the world be a better place?
What if there were two parallel universes?
Where does the universe end and; why?
Why does it always rain at the weekend?
And why don't you like plum jam?