Love conquers all. That is the translation of "omnia vincit amor".
No snobbery intended! Taken from a poem by Virgil, this memorable phrase is, quite simply, borrowed from the pink pages of a certain dictionary...

Yes—but why? Let us simply note that the American Marilyn Monroe was embraced by the entire planet! Not out of respect or remorse, but through admiration and instinctive love. That infatuation became a willing veneration the likes of which had never before been seen for a woman.

And even after giving herself to the world, Marilyn continues to receive countless “posthumous echoes.” These are responses to yesterday’s passion… to a strange love she felt for the beings of her imagination—those very beings hidden from her by time and by cameras.

“The mistress of the President of the United States.” Would such a corridor-level status have held as much allure—or had as much impact on Marilyn—if she had perceived its true futility, only to join the great names of history? At first glance, no one can deny that Marilyn is a sociological and consumer phenomenon. But may we also regard her “presence” as an accident of history?

I hear screams! (Phew!) I also hear cheers! (At last!) Very well—she belongs to the history of cinema, and she fed Hollywood gossip. But her place in world history is undeniable. It is strange!... It is mad!... It is revolutionary! And yet human evolution itself shares those very characteristics.

Nothing prevented this woman—who knew how to look at a camera, or how to be admired by it—from possessing a high degree of self-awareness. That suggests a strong capacity for abstraction.

Everyone knows that most of her contemporaries took her for a pretty fool, a charming blonde made for sweet fantasies and—quietly—the gentle release of a certain desire... But might that low-IQ persona, wrapped in apparent innocence, have been cultivated in an almost Machiavellian way by Norma Jeane?

When she was still only a model, a hungry little starlet, Norma Jeane decided to elevate her cultural horizons. How many of us would read—among others—Freud or Dostoevsky for the sheer pleasure of learning, while openly displaying, with charming naivety, the desire of a self-taught mind?

Marilyn is now projected into “the new history of the world”—the one that begins the third millennium after Christ. Yet the question remains: would she have reached this level of fame had she never crossed paths with the Kennedys? Perhaps... But today, the star that still shines is no longer JFK—it is Marilyn.

To grasp the symbolic dimension, let us emphasize that everything touched, done, or created by humankind resembles humankind itself. Great conflicts—those malignant tumors of human intelligence—are no exception. Even though, alas, traditional wars—legalized mass murder—continue to erupt everywhere, no country is safe from conflict. Nor can anyone deny the existence of another contemporary form of war: cultural aggression.

Indeed, Marilyn Monroe—with her physique, her charm, and her name—was a powerful image! And in the other world, she still is. In 1959, that routine encounter... with Nikita Khrushchev—that bald man of imposing stature—was nothing less than a contest between two ideologies, two powers, two symbols. Marilyn won that round with ease.

Every war, every murder, tears from the Earth a unique spark, a life that will never return. It is not only bodies that fall: destinies, smiles, loves, and dreams vanish forever.

Think of it: among the dead, how many geniuses were extinguished before they could transform the world? How many inventors will never invent? How many artists will never dazzle our eyes and ears? How many generous souls will never have the chance to soothe another’s loneliness, to extend a hand, simply to love?

Their hypothetical children too are condemned to eternal silence. These sons and daughters never born, these entire lineages erased, are so many worlds that will never come into the light. Tomorrow’s music might have been richer. Science, more daring. The arts, more radiant. Our hearts, happier.

Let us pause for a moment. Let us imagine what History might have become if human madness had not imposed its long procession of massacres. What empires might have flourished without war? What civilizations might have grown in peace? What marvelous children might have inherited the Earth if violence had not shattered their ancestors?

I raise a thought for all those victims. One day, one of them said: “Go forth, and multiply.” But how can we do so if our peoples continue to tear one another apart, to extinguish themselves by human hands?

We cannot bring the departed back to life. But we can, here and now, choose to build differently. Through our prayers, our words, our dialogues, our demonstrations, and our refusal of spilled blood, we can influence those who govern. We can remind them that true greatness lies not in ruling through fear, but in protecting life.

Let wars cease. Let murders cease. Let peace no longer remain a fragile dream, but become the only self-evident truth.

Render unto Caesar what belongs to Caesar... There you have it! I submitted the core of this text to AI and asked it to refine it.