Doesn’t the idea of war invoke horror within? Doesn’t it cause the soul to ache; to crawl and wail? How does one come to the conclusion that warfare is natural? How does one find so many ways to condone it? It’s barbaric. The notion that one human should travel great distances to kill another human is deplorable. It vexes the imagination, and elicits great pathos.
What’s most unsettling about war, is the people murdering each other do not know each other, yet they consider the other a sworn enemy. They have no personal grudges, no reason to hate the other, and nothing to gain except a lifetime of moral injury and trauma.
In this sense, war is a religious idea. It is cult-like. It imbues men with a fervor for killing and seeing blood spill. It’s as if these soldiers become detached and lose themselves. They enter into a collective, reddened frenzy. Then it becomes a dance of blood. This is the sacralization of combat; it is insanity writ large. Humanity must shed their desire for warfare if they are to reach the next level of evolution. War is nothing but sanctioned murder. In all other situations, murder is considered immoral. But in regards to warfare, murder is considered acceptable, beautiful even.
War as a natural Freudian drive is the most tragic bit of dogma etched deeply into the psychology of man.