War is not the answer...

I have had a crush on "this guy" for months. Last night we spent a little over 3 hours on the phone, and I'm certain he never wants to talk to me again.
After an hour of extremely intimate give and take about life love and happiness...we moved on, to politics. We talked about what's happening in Iraq.
what we're doing, what we've been doing, doesn't work. and we expect it to. that's the definition of insanity. The conversation was extremely passionate. Both parties have a firm grip on what they believe serves this planet most productively.
At the end of 2 more hours of heated discussion, he labled me a pacifist (which, I don't think war is morally wrong. I think morals are ineffective......anyway) and told me that since I don't believe in what our country is up to in the middle east, I should move to a different country AND that I must be a sympathizer. that I must agree with the Taliban, since I am not outraged, and do not demand retribution for the people who died on 9/11. retribution? killing as a solution to killing? because I have evolved into a being who does not hate?
wow
he was so filled with anger. toward me. not just the situation. but because I do not agree with planned killing as an effective means to procure peace.
I haven't ever had a conversation like that.
fortunately he and I had that conversation, I'm convinced, so that we could both be exposed to something new for each of us.
My dear newlywed friend, thinks I need to find a way to stop running into people who are so opposite my value system. for a minute I was right on board with that. It's my prerogative to change my mind, though.
I'm glad he was able to see my shoes, even if he chooses not to walk in them.
Really, all I am saying is GIVE PEACE A CHANCE