I don’t understand war.
I don’t understand how we as human beings find it in our best interest to create, destroy, and recreate disputes amongst each other, instead of planning, building, and executing a strategy to ensure the collective survival of our species.
I don’t understand how we can’t wrap our heads around the growing threats looming over this planet, putting the lives of every man, woman, and child on this earth in danger- maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but undoubtedly in the generations to come.
Perhaps we as human beings weren't designed to plan ahead. Perhaps the instant gratification of immediate action (and reaction) simply “feels” better than planning for a future we won’t bear witness to ourselves. Perhaps that’s something we as human beings simply can’t comprehend.
But I don’t buy that.
I believe that we have been blessed with the largest and most powerful brain in the entire animal kingdom. That we’ve been gifted these unbelievable tools, capable of reading, writing, singing, planning, conception, deep mathematical computation, and above all else, the ability to absorb and adapt. Forever.
We are thinkers.
Faced with a snarling mountain lion, blood-soaked canine teeth dripping from the spoils of a recent prey; not a single human being on this earth would stand a chance. Not one. Hell, even a hundred men would find themselves fighting an uphill battle taming that beast. But, given the opportunity to plan, a shovel, and a slight head start, any group of men with a sound mind and able body could dig, lure, and ensnare the beast, turning it into supper pending the quick recoil of a PVC bow.
If we were to follow nature’s blueprint as she intended, we’d quickly come to realize that the worth of human life lies not in flesh and blood, but in sheer computational power. Not in slave labour, but in wit and intellect. In charm and charisma. In planning and purpose.
It would be foolish to assume anything could get done by a bunch of old men sitting around planning. You can design a vehicle capable of flight, but you’d need a being to pilot it. You can render a beautiful bridge, but it needs hands to be built. You can design a hand cannon, capable of releasing an explosive charge to tear through skin and bone, but you’d need someone to pull the trigger.
Call it naïvety, but I just don’t understand how it’s “normal” to consider ourselves at constant war with other groups of human beings. Other than the land they occupy, the colour of their skin, and the deity they pray to, we are fundamentally the same. The thought that those three differences being enough to justify ending a life sickens me.
Real issues face our world. Issues that can’t be solved alone. Tides will continue to rise, new and unprecedented diseases will wreak havoc across our global population, and seemingly endless consumption for the sake of shareholder appeasement will one day render much of our land infertile. These are the problems that matter.
Rather than leverage the billions of collective minds to overcome these issues, we choose to go at it alone. Fueled by a sense of nationalistic pride, determined by the landmass we were born on. I sometimes wonder how things would be different if Pangea had never separated. If we all shared the same mass of land.
Is that all it would take?