(MG) Chris Hedges' War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning addresses truths of war that typically do not make it into movies, histories, novels, media reports.
I learned early on that war forms its own culture. The rush of battle is a potent and often lethal addiction, for war is a drug, one I ingested for many years. It is peddled by mythmakers - historians, war corespondents, filmmakers, novelists, and the state - all of whom endow it with qualities it often does possess: excitement, exoticism, power, chances to rise above our small stations in life, and a bizarre and fantastic universe that has a grotesque and dark beauty. It dominates culture, distorts memory, corrupts language, and infects everything around it, even humor, which becomes preoccupied with the grim perversities of smut and death. Fundamental questions about the meaning, or meaninglessness, of our place on the planet are laid bare when we watch those around us sink to the lowest depths. War exposes the capacity for evil that lurks not far below the surface within all of us. And this is why for many war is so hard to discuss once it is over.
The enduring attraction of war is this: Even with its destruction and carnage it can give us what we long for in life. It can give us purpose, meaning, a reason for living. Only when we are in the midst of conflict does the shallowness and vapidness of much of our lives become apparent. Trivia dominates our conversations and increasingly our airwaves. And war is an enticing elixir. It gives us resolve, a cause. It allows us to be noble. And those who have the least meaning in their lives, the impoverished refugees in Gaza, the disenfranchised North African immigrants in France, even the legions of young who live in the splendid indolence and safety of the industrialized world, are all susceptible to war's appeal.
(MG) These words reveal much about their author. Opportunities to "rise above OUR small station in life" are selling points used by the "mythmakers." People who view their station in life as small, then, would be easy targets for the sellers of war. This points to a lack of purpose and meaning in one's daily life - a spiritual void - a problem that seems to have accompanied "modernization," "the industrial revolution," and "western civilization."
(MG) We need to examine our lives, to carefully consider just what it is that makes them worth living. Because WHEN (or if) the answer comes back, "not much," we are vulnerable to buying into wars.
(MG) There is a clear death wish expressed here, one that Karen Armstrong discusses in "The Battle for God".
(MG) We need to examine our lives, to carefully consider just what it is that makes them worth living. Because WHEN (or if) the answer comes back, "not much," we are vulnerable to buying into wars.
... When we ingest the anodyne of war we feel what those we strive to destroy feel, including the Islamic fundamentalists who are painted as alien, barbaric, and uncivilized. It is the same narcotic. I partook of it for many years. And like every recovering addict there is a part of me that remains nostalgic for war's simplicity and high, even as I cope with the scars it has left behind, mourn the deaths of those I worked with, and struggle with the bestiality I would have been better off not witnessing. There is a part of me - maybe it is a part of many of us - that decided at certain moments that I would rather die like this than go back to the routine of life. The chance to exist for an intense and overpowering moment, even if it meant certain oblivion, seemed worth it in the midst of war - and very stupid once the war ended.
(MG) There is a clear death wish expressed here, one that Karen Armstrong discusses in "The Battle for God".
