A dagger can cut the burlap fabric to release the grain every bit as much as it can be used in non-peaceful ways. We make the choices that build our brains every moment of every day. We choose either the strong mortar of love or the weak mortar of emotional indifference. I plan to become both strong and good.
The dagger cut through the binding ropes in a few deliberate motions. Free at last, we ran for the daylight that was so near.
The fire purified dagger cut the umbilical cord and the baby announced its birth.
The dagger releases the high fruit from the trees, coconuts especially, yet first there is the climb.
The dagger is a tool, no more, either for noble defence or evil cold hearted deeds. And so what is more important is not the blade yet the heart that wields it.