On this, the stone

 On this, the stone....
On this the stone we carve ourselves.  We grind our delicate cylindrical shape into a jagged edge.  We use that edge to cut those that would challenge our belief.  Reasoning, when in line with our own, goes unchallenged and applauded.  A freedom to speak out, a freedom to oppose and make fervent against is the very spark which stone to surface omitted.  Why then is there anything but gratitude when one uses that spark?
Dissension is the highest honor that a citizen can bestow upon a soldier.  To blindly give thanks to a series of actions is more insult than compliment.  Human emotion prevents the course of logic more often than it lends favor to it.  To see the inanimate object for which one fought desecrated somehow supersedes the simultaneous preservation of ideology for which both that object stands and the underlying reason for which it was fought for to begin with.