Word from the Apricot Room Regarding the Flaming Heart:

     Charlie, what were you trying to tell me the other day about your Bee Hospital? I was watching all the war stuff on television and wasn't paying enough attention to what you were saying, sorry. Oh, way back when you were a kid playing out in your backyard you decided to play doctor (Oh, not that?) OK you made a hospital and fixed it up with a lot of little beds and then thought what about patients for the beds? Charlie, where are you taking me? You did what? You got a large jar of water and went out to a bush that was full of bees and captured some of them in your jar? Then you shook that jar until the bees were like dead!? Charlie, what were you thinking? Well, I put them in the beds and poked them for awhile with my little doctor stick and after a few minutes most of them survived and took off! I was pretty proud of myself!

     Charlie, that's what we grownups do! That's what wars are about! Only we get powerfully angry and let loose with our weapons, increasing in strength as our anger builds, and after the dust of the fits of war settles, we begin to feel sorry and remorseful. Then we fly to the aid of the suffering with our TLC.