Thursday, 24 May 2012

nature of war

Lately in conversation, the nature of war has come up for discussion.  A friend of mine who is interested in world politics and military developments is of the opinion that war is a natural tendency in human society.  He then posed the question: is our "modern" tendency towards diplomacy a more evolved cultural method of dealing with conflict, or is it a result of society's suppression of humanity's natural tendency towards violence?

I myself am not an expert in the field, nor do I delight in the concept of human beings killing each other for any reason - that's the beatnik in me coming out I guess.  But this passionately expressed viewpoint of my friend set me to thinking, and this is what I came up with: war is similar in many ways to a forest fire.

Forest fires are completely natural and in fact necessary for diverse and healthy growth.  They clear out dead materials, enrich the soil - some seeds don't even become viable unless they are put through the heat of a full-fledged forest fire.  As far as I can see from historical examples, war is similar to this in that it clears the bracken of apathetic and compliant thinking and forces society to consider active responses to threat, injustice, and inconstancy in their own framework of thinking.  It also enriches a nation's sense of community: Canada was said to have become a nation during the First World War, as an example.  Admist the panic and destruction of war, seeds of future minds that will rebuild the world are planted.  Even though forest fires are often beyond human control, people who start them, either through criminal intent or negligence, are the guilty ones.  Firefighters are the peacemakers who lead to the end of destruction and allow a time of peace for the ecosystem to rebuild itself and flourish. 

Just because war is "natural", however, doesn't make it good, and this is where it deviates from the forest fire metaphor.  Human nature is flawed, otherwise, we would be able to peacefully deal with challenges that result from the complex framework of world politics.  War is a result of greed for power, resources, and the flawed belief that in some way one nation is more important or worthy than another.  And an even scarier thought, war can be a result of boredom.  North America, we have more than any other land mass in the world, yet we feel more depressed, disillusioned, and isolated on average than any other - and our "first world problems" leave us with little sense of greater purpose or goal.  Our culture is on the decline.  It's easy to see why some may want to stir people into a nationalistic crusade.

There have always been warmongers and peacemakers.  The question perhaps isn't so much what's more "natural", but what is more reflective of what the world should be.  Myself, never having lived through war, civil unrest, or bloody revolution, perhaps shouldn't be delving into such territory, but unless we think about these things in times of freedom, how will we be able to in times of oppression? 

Monday, 21 May 2012

Because it is 2am, listening to Zach and Erika singing Sound of Music and David apologizing to Frodo for locking him out of the basement, what better time to blog?

Life has changed considerably since last post: I have read A Clockwork Orange, graduated university, and started working at a Dinner Theatre.

Monkeys.  That is all.

Thursday, 3 May 2012

as a hermit

An experiment: could I, for a day, be a writer focused on one task, that of telling a story? Could I spend the entire day locked up in my room, free of distractions, and finish something for once in my life?

The night before, I cleaned my room.  I cleared my desk.  Bought some apples and set out a mug.  I informed one of my roomates that I was taking an art day.  Did some brainstorming and went to bed.

The next morning, I was up at the crack of 10:30. Meant to be up at 7:00, but apparently I was more run down than I had thought. No matter.  To the desk! Wait...should have some kind of breakfast, you know, fuel the mind and all that.  Maybe shower an hour later, I sit down to my desk, fully intending to write something completely new.  I'd been feeling lately there was this story inside me dying to get out...but although I did come up with a time traveler and a gazebo and theatre critics, I just wasn't finding what I wanted.

I had some lunch.  Checked the email.  Returned a mystery phone call (turned out to be a survey), and then, back to the board!  I recalled that I had started writing a short story a couple years ago about a girl who gets shot out of a cannon. Developing that into a script became the matter of the day.  But I could not stay in my room!  After about three pages, I went for a walk around the neighbourhood.  Then I sat on the porch with some tea and my notebook on my lap.

Another two pages...a mad scientist leaped onto the scene!  And then I couldn't work anymore.  At about 4pm I gave up and watched Ponyo.

It was wonderful, however, this whole experience.  I learned that I cannot cut myself off from everything for more than a few hours at a time: I am fully dependent on my surroundings.  And I can actually focus on a project for more than a few hours at a time: not letting myself be distracted by chores or other projects was huge in keeping the creative juices flowing throughout the writing process.  And I felt so connected afterwards. I'll definitely be doing this again.