The rabbis say that, as each of us crosses the square, a herald with a trumpet should precede us proclaiming, Make way for the image of God.
Introspectively, if we can separate ourselves from the world and its sirens, we can just about realize that this is so.
But when we fall in love, we know one who is so special that he is the reason the world was created; here the image of God shows. Saints see all of us each day as though we were diamonds glistening with potential glory.
Knowing this, we must universalize our love and place each person, one by one, in the brilliant sunrise of allegiance and assent.
This is why war is always wrong -- it takes this glory and casts it into darkness, blaspheming God and killing itself as well.
One day we will all find this as obvious as the morning weather report on the radio. Then war will stop and a great curse will be lifted from the world.