A thought occurred to me as I sat here tonight, considering the great many injustices I have seen in my own life… and, indeed, in this world in general. That thought was this: humanitys existence is, in many ways, like the turbulence of a hurricane.
In fact, if I were to look towards nature for a phenomenon that most closely resembles us, the hurricane would be it. Nature churns, and an unseen hand plots the course for the hurricane. Everywhere it goes, it spawns chaos, death, and destruction. In its wake there is an eerie sort of calm, where one can scarcely believe the devastation that so closely preceded it. No sooner do the waters again lay calm, more often than not, another storm will rise and carve out its own swath across the world. Its a natural cycle, and one Ive bore witness to many times, living as near the Gulf of Mexico as I do.
The comparison I am forced to draw between us and the hurricane is that of war. Far from being something uniquely modern, humanities tendency towards war goes back for as long as there are written records (and much longer, almost certainly), and just as with hurricanes, the order they follow is easy enough to trace. The waters are churned and the course is plotted… only this time, a very human hand and mind steers the course. Something is to be claimed, power is to shift, and profit is to be made; and, just as with the hurricane, everywhere war goes it sews chaos, death, and destruction… and when the rains have stopped, humanity will look around itself, reviled that such heinous atrocities could be committed by one man against another. And, for a time, this will mean peace… but it is really only the time necessary for the waters to once again settle and calm. In this case, the time is takes for the horrors to be forgotten, and the time it takes for humanity to re-learn the oldest lesson, I suspect, currently still taught: that our enemies are less human than we are. That what “they” are is to be reviled, while “we” are a bastion of hope for the hopeless, and strength for the weak. In short, that we should do unto others not AS we would have them do unto us, but BEFORE they can do unto us, for “they” are surely the wicked, and will destroy “us” if we do not act first. And so the waters, calmed for a moment, sire another storm.
I wish I could continue to believe it was only my own cynicism that makes me believe that, truly, this pattern we follow as a species is as natural a part of humans as hurricanes are a part of the climate of the world. What will it take for the world to know peace? Nothing very complicated, really. Everyone in the world would have to spontaneously develop an understanding that every human being is worthy of their own life. Respect. Such a simple notion. Impossible, I suspect… but imagine if it weren’t.
-=Vic Veritas=-
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace” ~Jimi Hendrix~

