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On War and Peace
From the moment, we have evolved as humans, one thing that has remained common is the war. War is the ego price that we pay.…
From the moment, we have evolved as humans, one thing that has remained common is the war. War is the ego price that we pay. It’s the egos of individuals that continue to clash. Peace is a myth that we devised to see how it is to live normally. War and peace might be the two sides of a coin, but they hardly happen. War has a cost. Peace has a cost.
There are no victories in the war.
As much as we think one side wins the war and another loses, there are no victories. One gets to flock their ego in a bubble.
In sodden trenches I have heard men speak,
Though numb and wretched, wise and witty things;
And loved them for the stubbornness that clings
Longest to laughter when Death’s pulleys creak;
And seeing cool nurses move on tireless feet
To do abominable things with grace,
Deemed them sweet sisters in that haunted place
Where, with child’s voices, strong men howl or bleat.
Yet now those men lay stubborn courage by,
Riding dull-eyed and silent in the train
To old men’s stools; or sell gay-coloured socks
And listen fearfully for Death; so I
Love the low-laughing girls, who now again
Go daintily, in thin and flowery frocks.