Came out of the play War Horse by the National Theatre of London unable to stifle the tears. War is hell. It savages our true human potential, which is love.
War is a little boy’s game. All these little boys who never got the proper loving from their mommies (mummies?), most likely because mommy didn’t get the proper loving from her daddy. Vicious cycle.
So they run around on the battlefield seeking approval and domination to compensate for a lack of, the only elixir, self-love.
The greatest hurdle facing humans is to understand that, to truly survive, we need to tap the inherent creative cooperation among people. It’s either we start lending a hand to our fellow man, creating together, or we risk perishing alone. And it shouldn’t take a war horse to teach us this lesson.
Note to you politicos: A self-actualized man doesn’t slaughter, kill, maim, for anyone. He has no need to “win the game,” because when he thinks like that, the game is already lost.
