“We” don’t go to war, disgusting rulers indulge their lusts at great cost to others while leaders rise to provide resistance. “We” are small ocean fish drawn up in the nets of influence. These are the whims of power while the rest of us are utterly trapped in their currents.
What power or influence has the commoner? Is your impact truly so significant? I see myself as an infinitesimally tiny contribution to all that exists. I don’t even register against collective reality, as though I am a fragile microbe with a name so few will ever know.
And that’s fine, as I prefer privacy and would disdain fame for the pressures it presents. My existence might be vain, but I am not. I do not overestimate my value.
So I am inclined to think I can somewhat understand the wickedness of the high born, ultra wealthy, faceless, nameless world rulers. They feel the same way about me, and I am as a cockroach to them. Fit to be squished if no other utility can be derived.
“Let’s go kill a bunch before they get too difficult to deal with.”
That’s what war is good for. Absolutely nothing.