Last night as I watched the news with its litany of conflict ridden areas in the world, I felt a tiredness come over me. Why do we persist in this sheer waste of life and this idiotic way of trying to solve our issues?
Sometime ago I read A C Grayling‘s “The Reason Of Things.” I noted some of his words. He said:
“It would be encouraging to think that when conflicts cannot end in outright victory for one side, they tend to end in weariness and a growing sickness at the waste they cause. If this were so, conflict would be self-limiting, dying down as a fire does when it has consumed its fuel. But human conflicts seem to defy this hope. They pause, and for a time there is a simulacrum of peace, but grudges are passed like heritable diseases from one generation to the next, and there is always dry tinder in the human stock ready to catch alight when friction is renewed.”
Reading these words again, I suddenly found myself wondering about some of the dry, vulnerable tinder within me and the kind of friction that would stoke and set it alight. It’s always a good place to begin.