As an acquaintance , an ex-Army man so trenchantly put it: "people just love to fight.." . ( In his case ,he can thank his lucky stars it's so - else he might well have had to settle for a far less swash-buckling career .)
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The fact of the matter is everyone loves to fight - people , gangs , nay even governments.
Just walk into a pub - and chances are ,you're more than likely to be able to 'thrill' to fists flying , jaws breaking etc.
On a more 'exalted' plane i.e. at a geo-political level , nations can hardly wait to tear into each other on the flimsiest of pretexts.In point of fact they seem to engage in such mass 'blood letting' with an almost sickening predictability.
It doesn't stop here. If the recent tragic spate of random shootings are any pointer : " not only do people love to fight ..they also very chillingly and ominously 'love ' to massacre."
Its almost trite to say that the urge to fight ,and the urge to massacre lie deep within our blood: an atavistic throw-back to our very survival as individuals - and as a species.Urges , that are as crucial to our very existences as drawing breath ,or eating to stay alive.Like it or not ,there is nothing we can do about it. But live with it - in all its savage glory.
However the gods have smiled on us : the supremely enlightened have ,very infrequently, emerged to open our minds and our souls to the possibility of being able to rise above ,and transcend ,this wretched baseness of our very natures . The Buddha with his Eightfold Way , and Christ with his exhortation to 'turn the other cheek". Sadly though,it has been given to very few to follow in their footsteps.
More recently Tolstoy ,drew inspiration from all these giants who bestrode the Sublime like Colossi , and penned his masterpieces on Peace. They're riveting reads but charmingly infeasible.
Gandhi-ji was a bit luckier perhaps. But he too died ,with most of his dreams turned to ashes.
The sad fact of the matter is :the urge to violence ( like the urge to sex ) is 'second nature ' to Man. But unlike sex it can't be sublimated .Repress it and you do so at your extreme peril : for it would only burst forth with redoubled virulence.
It might sound cynical, but the only way to 'manage'violence might well be to 'roll with the punches' and countenance the occasional letting- off of steam - or even a spot of 'blood letting ' if need be.
Nature ,it appears, abhors both a vacuum - and that aberration called Peace.
It never was -nor ever will be - "Peace in our time.".