Peace and war

• When wars break out, one may be concerned for the fate of poor innocent victims and above all, if the theater of military operations is relatively close, for one's own safety. 
  Many Italians, who are always at the cutting edge, despite being relatively close to the chaos, have decided to be anxious exclusively about the price of gas.
  If the water—or rather the kerosene—were to reach their asses, they would finally understand the true disasters caused by conflicts.
  Let's hope they remain in their blissful ignorance, given that near their asses are our own as well.
• It would already be something if the "strategists with other people's wars" would stop hiding behind the word "peace" when they are simply hoping their favorite wins.
  Peace, the kind that by not contemplating armed confrontations does not provide for winners or losers, is not an abstract ideal for Franciscans or Buddhists: it is a concrete situation necessary to live a life worthy of the name.
  Peace is the only sensible goal of realpolitik.
• Perhaps, however, the true value of peace is fully understood only by peoples or generations that have experienced war.
  That is why, after eighty years without bellicosity, Europeans' hands are starting to itch again, and instead of being horrified by the prospect of a conflict, they are rooting for this or that warmonger.
  When what is instead a precious achievement is taken for granted, forgotten crypts open up in dusty corners of our psyche, from which sinister ancestral impulses re-emerge like monsters.
• However, these tragic events serve some purpose: people finally learn a bit of geography.
  Hormuz and Kharg are challenging names, to be sure, but the difference between the Red Sea and the Persian Gulf, at least that much, is perhaps finally clear.

This post was machine-translated from Italian.