"Rolling in the deep" is always playing in my mind making me think of this. I am standing on top of a massive cliff, looking down on a plain below with two magnificent creatures. These lions believe that this world cannot contain both of them. They are wrong; the world can survive with both of them. The lions are tearing at each other. The one on the left is sinking its teeth into the neck of the other one. The other one is still fighting back because it refuses to lose. The lions continue. They rip into each other's flesh and bleed. Both creatures can take a lot before they will die. I will not let either of them die. I can't stand this fighting. I spread my wings and I'm down next to them in an instant. I pull one from the other, but the one I don't pull away starts to attack the one I pulled away. I am just helping the fight. I try again and again. I fail every time. This is not right. I do this until nightfall. Now I have my real power. I release my wings over the lions. They do not know what is happening. Suddenly they fall asleep because of my power. I am grateful. Neither of them was going to die. I heal them because they have both suffered great wounds that they could die from in their sleep. I do not understand why they fight, why they have the need, why they have to kill one another. I believe it is just in their nature. I wish I could change their nature but I do not have the ability to do such a thing. I wait all night till morning to see what will happen when they wake up. Morning comes and they are surprised of my presence. They get up and inspect my wings and me. They sniff and stare at me for a long time. I just stand there. Finally they are done inspecting me and stare at each other. The lions take one last look at everything and turn their separate ways. I am glad. I did not want them to fight anymore. I fly back up to the sky and reside watching over the world, as I have done for thousands of years before and thousands of years to come.