On War-footing

To slow a beast, you break its limbs. To slow a man, you break his beliefs…

You demonstrate your absolute command over his life… his destiny. You make it clear that ultimately it falls to you to decide who lives, who dies, who prospers who doesn't. To exhibit your capability you show off all that you can do, and how easily you can do it.

How easily you could press a button and annihilate the earth. How you can start a war, or sue for peace. How easily you can brand him a terrorist or decorate him as a freedom fighter. How you can demolish dreams or change the course of river.

You use caprice to fracture ones faith. Once that's done, what is he left with? Only you.

He will turn to you, because you're all he has. He will love you even while he despise you. He will bow to you even though he knows you well. Hi will sing for you even if you squeeze the very breath from his body. He will gulp… what you give him to drink. He will inhale… what you give him to breathe. He will live where you dump his belongings. He has to. What else can he do? There's no higher court of redress. Heavenly father has died long back without much ceremony. You are the judge and the jury. You are the World. You are God… THE POWER

As per Zen “Power is fortified not just by what it destroys, but also by what it creates. Not just by what it takes, but also by what it gives.” Same way Powerlessness is reaffirmed not just by the helplessness of those who have lost, but also by the gratitude of those who have gained.

This cold, contemporary cast of power is couched between the lines of noble-sounding laws of our society. A democratic, independent, free, respected society. Yet no monarch, no despot, no dictator in any other century in the history of human civilization has had access to weapons like these, a weapon of mass destruction. A weapon used expertly by our society to deform us from within.

It’s an indication of human life turning upon itself. A force which scrambles the intelligence that connects food to forests, water to rivers, air to life and a mans ideal to his existence.

Can we unscramble it?
Maybe. Inch by inch. Fear by fear. Need by need. Maybe by fighting specific wars in specific ways.