Harmony is good, war is necessary, peace is delusion.
In a series of posts I am going to explore my viewpoint: harmony is ideal; war is natural and necessary; peace is bad and delusional. This viewpoint is controversial whenever I raise it in either my own posts or comments on other people’s blogs because modern society has become conditioned to see war as bad and peace as good. It is the causes of war, rather than the wild beast that is war which is the problem, since war is a force attempting to resolve two opposing points of view, an opposition that arises out of greed, the need to control and human hubris.
I was thinking about my initial post on this subject of harmony, war and peace last night in my tent, then a buzzing came into my ear, a mosquito. I turned on my torch to begin battle with the mosquito and revealed in the darkness a huge spider that looked like the only venomous spider in Britain, called a false black widow watching above me. I was not prepared to share my tent with this spider for health and safety reasons, so I went to a great deal of trouble to catch and then release the spider alive far from my tent. I never found the mosquito.
Nature teaches you the hard way to fight and struggle. By the nature of who we were the spider and I could not share the same space safely, so war was a natural and necessary outcome, peace was a delusion. I fought the spider and captured it, there is a state of harmony when I let the spider go safely somewhere else.
Hippy universal love is an illusion in nature, for it will force you into situations to fight. On another night there was a mosquito in my tent, one that by its nature wanted to harm me, and in that battle I killed it. In caring for my oak saplings I face tough choices when caterpillars attack them: I could not let them kill my oak saplings; was it unfair to let the caterpillars starve to death or be the agent to allowing them to infect other trees?; could I risk giving them to the birds as food with the possibility they could navigate back to my oak saplings? I killed them. The screaming buzz of a hoverfly caught in a life-death battle with a spider next to me; I set my heart to stone; in matters that I have no direct involvement I do not play god; the life of one creature means the death of the other. This is how it is in nature.