From the strange shape of my youth I learned of what war was. I was madly tumbled down the black water stream of thought spinning towards it in the night. The hues I saw were so vibrant, those of fire, camouflage, flares and stars. Those which surrounded me sunk beneath the shining, sneering, black of the river.
If one’s mind grows strange enough, one can see everything as a part of war, and see that war everywhere. I do.
You see, I’m bored, and war is boring. It signifies every word inscribed upon the human heart, and its significance is completely meaningless.
It and I are like a bronze vase; beautiful and hollow. A container containing nothing. A symbol symbolizing nothing. Everything to me which at first looks like it might be monumental, is in fact on further inspection, rubble.
I try to be afraid of war, and I am, but not in a natural way. I have to try so hard to remember to be afraid of it.
Because war isn’t really so violent. It’s not about killing. One who really understands war realizes that it's really not any different to any resolution of conflict. There are means and ends. There is your will and others’. War is about motion, it’s about force, and it is kinetic. War is a threat carried out, but it is a threat first, a social process.