The assassination was only the beginning. The catalyst, giving the movement a martyr to lead them. His death was the singular incident history could trace.

"Beware who you chose to murder," the priest intoned as he began his sermon to the congregation.

A singular man stood and interrupted, "The man has become a revered leader to the masses, and now where there were but a few gathered to hear a single heretic speak, stadiums fill to learn his wisdom."

A simply dressed woman, her head covered by a plain white kerchief, spoke next. "Kindness was his only thought, and it rings with conviction and power as each new follower declares it their mantra."

The priest nodded. "Thus, the golden rule might finally becomes reality. A simple message as our Lord Jesus asked of us. Love thy neighbor. He did not say if. There is no reason to withhold your love. Simple acts of kindness will undo each and every difference between nations and neighbors and bring us together as has never been seen before."

"And celebrate our uniqueness a we all bleed red together," another shouted over the chorus of amen.

So, the fervor spread. The catalyst was a death, the reward started with pockets of kindness spreading relentlessly until soldiers laid down their arms and embraced their enemies. And the Earth healed.