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| Author | Topic: Peace & Predators |
| Uncle Martin |
posted 7/29/03 2:38 PM
Peace To know peace is to be peace. For one being on the planet to truly know peace, all must know peace. The belief in a need for warrior and ruling castes is what holds the Earth back from being a unified planet and maintains the hivelike heirarchies and inequities of human society. These maintain suffering for all. To have warriors at all is to have wars – not the other way around. To have a standing army you must maintain experienced troops. To do this you must have regular military conflict – preferably at five to seven year intervals, but once a decade or generation is the minimal requirement for the maintenance of trained killers. The historical popular predeliction for bread and circuses usually leads to obesity and gladiatorial conflict. Sporting grounds and arenas are not merely a highly visible allegory of war – they are a breeding ground for violent killers. The House on the Hill Once upon a time almost all humans were nomads wandering through various aspects of a vast garden paradise. As with such surviving peoples today the women collected most of the food and were the nurturers of the children at the core of the clan, the centre of the circle around which the relatively expendable males orbited in wide ellipses. They usually had a separate fire, away from the women and children. These ellipses carried the males far from the hearth fires and into the territories of predators; the need for defense against these led to the technology and mentality which made hunting meat possible, instead of merely scavenging it. Their extended spear-wielding forays away from the clan made it possible for the male hunters to develop a sense of heightened independence, mobility, strength and imagined superiority over other clan members. After eating much of the kill (particlarly the organs, which must be gutted before the carcass is carried), they brought the remainder back to the tribe, where they were commonly rewarded with sexual and other favours – while the meat from the hunt was a rare and prized commodity. The tribal women realised that the seeds and roots they collected would grow well every year in certain campsites; learning the subtle secrets of plant propagation they stayed longer at these sites and began to learn how to domesticate animals. Slowly, these sites became villages in which the clans remained all year – except for the hunters, whose meat was no longer a unique gift but merely another option. Their mentality now began to diverge widely from the other more settled members of the tribe. Their meetings with other hunting bands had often led to bloody skirmishes, but now these bands of brothers could raid fixed settlements and their tribes were raided in return. Long before raiding groups were mounted on horses the warrior caste was an established unit in human society. They return to the tribe and camped seperately in a strategic point, often on a high hill. Soon this merry band became the baron on the hill with his retinue of pikemen, holding the villagers hostage to his protection – ostensibly from the baron on the next hill (though they also protection from his own war-heeled men). And the baron on the next hill was usually his brother – or cousin. Thus the seeds of the modern hive society are sewn into the fabric of primate behaviour, leading to the propagation of the fattest and most insecure control freaks - the military/industrial complex. But they are not the true rulers. Long ago, the baron was suborned by even greater vested interests… http://groups.yahoo.com/group/askmartian/ Ask The Martian anything you deem relevant to a 2,876 year old being |
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