Throughout the global grid, war zones are almost exclusively men’s playgrounds. I believe war is basically the manifestation of the tragedy of our unrealized potential, both individually and collectively. But it’s testosterone which continues fights with gunpowder, and we still lack women in the ranks of power as moral leaders. Thus, I’ve come to my conclusion: men should only be given safety scissors with rounded tips they give you as a kid. Nothing sharper.
The world’s military expenditure is around $1.500 trillion a year. Wrapping our minds around that amount of money is not easy. But one way to do it is to compare the military toolbox and the education toolbox in size and quality. Of course, we can’t put all the bullets and pens side-by-side, but it’s estimated that less than one percent paid for the world’s weapons would be enough to put every child into school. Is it a wonder, then, that there is more instability, more war, and a greater likelihood of war in entire human history?
“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.” -Albert Einstein
Our generation is probably living the most challenging and divisive times, ever. For decades, there has been a nuclear mushroom cloud stamped in our backbones, thanks to the mass media. With all the international turmoil, spreading prejudices and defiances and lack of prospects, I can’t help thinking how war-prone species we are. But are we hard-wired for war?
War is basically an expression of the instinct. Those who have no problem with it think that killing doesn’t make us less human. On the contrary—they believe that war defines us. I partly understand this, because the animal kingdom fights with changes in chemical drives and signals, but we humans consciously plan and execute mass killings and cold blood murders. We know what we’re doing. Of course, we fight for many reasons, but more often than not out of fear for each other and competition over scarce becoming resources. The challenging the environments, the more we are ready to kill.
Our conception of sacrificial heroism is deeply flawed; the broken dreams of honor and glory make a huge disservice to humankind. When we think of war heroes and idols, obviously we don’t choose Stalin or Hitler, for their World Tour didn’t go as planned. We take Alexander the Great who did conquer the world, or we might pick up Caesar who was the example of boldness and braveness, a real tactical genius. Then we cherish the names of mythical legends and demigods like Achilles, Hercules, Beowulf, Xena (a fictional character with man attributes derived from the Demigods of Greek mythology), and a bunch of other blood-thirsty maniacs. Our role models in history, which is ‘his history’ (written by men), are most often all killing machines. Where are all the unsung heroes, those thanks to whom no battle had to be fought? Why don’t we cherish their memory?
“I love the smell of napalm in the morning… it smells like… victory.” -Colonel Bill Kilgore (Apocalypse Now)
Not only is the war a very intense experience, but it also produces adrenaline junkies. As a non-com officer in the military reserve force, I can tell from personal experience that the smell of gunpowder is very addictive. I think it works like opium. Because of that, and because men are so easily seduced by power and anything exploding, it’s easy to see our future deep in the toilet, only one flush away from becoming wasted. If I try to conceive war from the perspective of mothers, I can only imagine their pain. Every soldier running in the nightmare of the battlefields was once a baby.
How do we get people care? This is the question that sent me on the mission of solving it in my upcoming book. I had to find the answer to the following issues: What if you had the power to make people care? Would you end the war, ALL war? Would you do it, to save the people you love, even if enforcing morality upon men meant sacrificing innocent lives?
My book is titled Antler Plan. Because antlers symbolize spirituality, regeneration and non-ordinary awareness, power, strength, and virility, I chose them as the eternal symbol of hope for the future. It’s also the name of the reconstruction plan of my hometown Rovaniemi because after the devastation of Finnish Lapland in WWII the demolished city was laid out as a head of a reindeer.
The story will be about reaching higher as a species, catapulting civilization into new heights. There are greedy, powerful men who believe they hold keys to the Kingdom of Heaven and are striving to create a higher moral standard without caring about the sacrifices. The story combines George Orwell’s awareness of social injustice and Dan Brown’s suspense and surprising twists.
One of my main antagonists reveals the stakes when he lays the only two options on the table for my hero:
“Mankind—divided or redefined?”