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Discursive thoughts on war and peace


It is somewhat intriguing and amusing to observe that the crisis in Ukraine, the downing of the Malaysian airlines flight and the loss of all lives on board (let alone those who never got into the air), could result in heightened progress in the renewable energy realm. Via the sanctions the west has placed on Russia and therefore the handicap being placed on their fuel and the west’s ability to procure it, there is a renewed drive to supplement the energy losses in the west by alternate means given the implicit instability in the relevant geopolitics, which could ironically lead to a better world for us to live in, rather than just one of escalating conflict.

Whomever says war is wholly bad just doesn’t look hard enough. Our reliance on each other through the effects of globalisation and free trade has, counter intuitively, weakened us in some key respects. We do not always find our own way, which would breed variety (or simply new perspective), and instead go for the easiest option rather than the best.

The enigma that is the US/Russian relationship runs even deeper, more nefarious and particularly more risible. The rockets which launch America’s defence and intelligence satellites are, almost without exception, of Russian technology. America needs Russian technology to spy on Russia. And Russia allows this to happen, in exchange for billions of dollars, with which they place grad rockets in Ukraine to shoot down commercial airliners, among other things. The slow chill enveloping their diplomacy again could potentially have a silver lining thus; it seems that, despite some large exceptions such as the space program (Russia does fuel systems, America does electrical systems), in many respects a fully thawed dynamic between the two superpowers is not conducive to a safer world.

Even in matters that indirectly involve them – the state of Syria, how to maximise agricultural production of wheat sustainably, tactical response procedures for natural disasters, or what to do with Robert Mugabe – one could reasonably suggest that conflict between the two could engender more robust conversation and, finally, a more robust solution, one that is stripped down and not just casually agreed upon. In the turmoil which engulfed Egypt at the start of the Arab Spring, the traditionally western leaning government was thrown right, to the Muslim Brotherhood. Even though that has now been reversed, for a moment Egypt was the most geopolitically powerful country on the planet as it parlayed it’s status as the harbinger of the region to the US and Russia, both vying for influence amongst the rest of the Middle East through the incumbent trend setter, and who both had to achieve some sort of balance there in order to curry favour. The conflict laid the ground bare; destruction before creation. Time and again conflict allows a clearer picture to emerge. It is Aristotle and Plato engaging in brisk verbal sparring, and Plato and Socrates before that. It’s the mundanity of two lovers not being able to agree on which house to buy. Or which cereal to have for breakfast! If you run the same line, there is no point of difference to which you can explore more vigorously. Debate, more widely known as conflict, is absolutely vital for the burgeoning of new ideas, new solutions, and diplomacy in general.

It extends to all sorts of relationships. In fact, every relationship. The Darien Gap in Panama and Colombia, for example, marks the only section of the Pan-American highway, running from Alaska to Cape Horn, to remain uncompleted. Alvaro Uribe, the former Colombian president, made the latest push to connect the two frontiers about a decade ago in anticipation of booming commerce and curbed activity in rebel and drug trafficker ranks, for whom the inhospitable nature of the Gap is an indispensable gift. And he had a point. But so too do those who highlight the fact that a completed road would lead to the spread of disease from the south to the north (e.g. foot and mouth cattle disease), the destruction of natural ecosystems and the incumbent biodiversity via logging and just the general human tendency toward destruction, and the loss of indigenous culture, not unlike those remote locations in the Brazilian heartland. Effectively, Panama’s fraught relations with Colombia have resulted in this intractable piece of land remaining intractable, and we are to be the judge of whether this is a positive thing or not. Entropy can be viewed as both beneficial and otherwise, it is just a matter of which way the utilitarian scales tip.

Sometimes it will be found that chaos should reign supreme; after all, if it’s good enough for the wider universe, from big to small, then you can hardly argue against it for us.

This is not to say that collaboration between humans should not be the default option for terms to allow the most expedient progress of our race. It is, and always has been. This old ghost Soviet era ferry I’m on currently, crossing from Azerbaijan to Kazakhstan at an exorbitant price and through the most spectacular amount of red tape and sheer innuendo (no one knows anything about it until it leaves, days later) you are ever likely to encounter is testament to that. The treaties in place for Antarctica are a splendid show in favour of that conviction too, despite it’s intrinsic flaws and treacherous ground (now widening) in lieu of the energy deposits currently lying dormant. Middle Eastern politics, in particular, show utmost cause for working in concert. Situations like those in Pakistan baffle and sadden me endlessly. For instance, I feel the pull of Imran Khan’s charisma, and allow my hope to blossom, but I then check myself in my feelings of positivity to the man, because at the end of the day, despite the brilliance he displayed on the cricket field and in his oratory, he is probably just one more head which another can (and probably will) chop in the name of power, inciting another bloody coup or war, and it is another head which will not change the status quo if it indeed has it’s momentary time sitting on the nations shoulders. Such is the state of their multi-partisan interests and fractured (shattered) ground on which they attempt to stand, and on which they continue to fall. And, apart from anything else, society in general needs peace and concordance in order to flourish. Is it any wonder the Taliban thrive? If your country is being attacked every ten years, surely you’d harden up too and become militaristic. It becomes a self-defeating stance, the one taken by America.

The Middle Eastern culture and mindset, and the external influences rubbing against and exacerbating their inherent predicaments, do not allow them the benefits for which they yearn. It is just a more severe parallel to Obama, American congress and the subsequent domestic policy, or lack thereof. It quells my hope and dries the seeds of my inspiration for something better and more profound, an apathy which precedes the lamenting of two such staggering and unrecoverable losses through such seemingly inescapable futility. Even when Gandhi achieved such striking success in the thirties and forties, his legacy was simply a nation that fractured into civil war, bigotry incited persecution and unquantifiable poverty. Social norms in South Africa following Mandela’s renaissance have not been much better and are steadily descending.

At the same time, however, I cannot help but revel in and appreciate these obstinate and volatile edges in the human psyche, because no matter how destructive they can be, they are also beautifully human and thus beautifully creative and complex. There is no Winston without Adolf, no Sartre without Beauvoir, no David without Goliath, and that constant rebalancing through conflict is what gives humanity its most luminous and exquisite colour. There is a beauty in war, all sorts of war; just ask any war correspondent, and they will tell you not just of the horror but of some of the most inspiring and moving humanity to ever percolate out of this planet and inspire the area which the lightbulb illuminates. They will tell you that that is a major reason in why they are where they are.

Order and disorder are meant to clash. The ancient Greeks gave form to these two sides of human nature in Apollo, who stood for the rational and the selfdisciplined, and Dionysus, who represented the spontaneous and the emotional. Friedrich Nietzsche proposed that the interaction of the Apollonian and the Dionysian was the foundation of creative work, and modern creativity research has confirmed this insight, revealing the key relationship between breaking and making, challenging and refining, disrupting and organising. The theatre of war is the place you want to be. That is the place where knowledge dilutes from knowledge.

Perhaps, if resolution is indeed the goal, in the end we just need to strip it back to where less is more; smaller entities entail less complex interests and more transparent and frank dialogue or action. It is the reason why the UN has progressively become more and more incompetent and incapacitated, paralysed from the ground up to a point where it’s words mean little and it’s actions even less. There is a Russian I met in Siberia while crossing it by motorbike two winters ago, who was absurdly generous, gifting our little group of combatants woollen socks, balaclavas, gloves and food out of simple concern for our wellbeing and general insanity, and with whom I struck up a Facebook friendship as a result. This kind man, unsurprisingly given the gun and two knives on his person at first meeting, turned out to be the archetypal nationalist Russian, pertinaciously advocating the reintegration of ex-Soviet states, the persecution of homosexuality, the destruction of America and Western ideals which have ‘infiltrated and perniciously degraded Russian society’, and so on. Ergo, me being me, he and I went to war online in what became an increasingly exasperating affair. However, despite our clear separation in ideals, conclusions, ethics and morals, at the base of it all, from a man to another, he was still intelligent and kind (to me at least, and to the American in my group, might I add), and the conflict we engaged in made us both think and grow and create. After all, good and bad are subjective, viewed only through the prism in which you exist.

So, harking back somewhat, this is not to say that humanity is best when in isolation, clearly. It is just to say that, between some peoples, naturally of completely different mindsets, perhaps there are exceptions to the rule – as there are in every aspect of humanity – and that conflict should be cherished. And that the concept of ‘progress’, as we tend to look at it, is often just a shimmering illusion which masks where our efforts should really lie.

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