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The Paradox of War: Are We Destined for Conflict, or Can We Achieve Lasting Peace?

In an age of unprecedented technological advancement, global connectivity, and the existence of international bodies dedicated to peace, war remains a grim and perplexing reality. Despite the rise of institutions like the United Nations and the International Court of Justice, nations continue to arm themselves, conflicts flare across the globe, and the arms industry thrives. Is war an inevitable feature of human existence, or can we move beyond it?

To answer this, we must look to both history and theory, drawing on the insights of great thinkers and political theorists to understand why war persists—and whether peace is truly possible.

Theories of Conflict and Cooperation

At the heart of the question lies a fundamental divide in political thought. Realism, one of the oldest and most influential theories of international relations, holds that war is inevitable because states operate in an anarchic system where survival is paramount. Power is the ultimate currency, and war becomes a necessary tool for securing national interests. Thinkers like Hans Morgenthau and ancient figures like Thucydides argued that the struggle for dominance and security would always lead to conflict, as states act in their own self-interest.

Yet, Liberalism offers a more optimistic outlook. Liberalists argue that cooperation, democracy, and international institutions can mitigate the causes of war. The Democratic Peace Theory, for instance, asserts that democracies are less likely to fight each other, and international trade fosters economic interdependence that makes conflict costly and undesirable. The 18th-century philosopher Immanuel Kant believed that democratic governance and a shared commitment to peace could one day lead to a world without war. The League of Nations, and later the United Nations, were born from this vision—though their effectiveness remains contested.

Meanwhile, Constructivism challenges the idea that war is driven purely by material interests like power or resources. Constructivists argue that the social and ideological constructions—such as national identity, historical narratives, and perceived enemies—shape state behavior. Alexander Wendt famously argued, “Anarchy is what states make of it.” If the global community embraces different norms, peace could be constructed just as effectively as conflict.

Adding to these views, Feminist theories highlight that traditional international relations have often overlooked the role of gender in shaping conflict. War has historically been framed as a male-dominated enterprise, with aggression and domination idealized as masculine traits. Feminist scholars like Cynthia Enloe argue that including more diverse voices, particularly women, in peacebuilding processes could lead to more durable and humane solutions to conflict.

The Human Costs of War

While these theories help us understand the forces driving war, it’s the human cost that truly illustrates its futility. History’s great writers, leaders, and thinkers have consistently echoed this sentiment.

Leo Tolstoy, a veteran of war himself, later denounced it as futile and unjust. In War and Peace, he depicted war as a force beyond human control, driven by senseless power struggles that devastate ordinary lives. His words reflect a timeless truth: war is destructive not only on battlefields but within societies and individuals.

Albert Einstein warned of the existential threat posed by nuclear weapons, expressing his fears with the famous statement, “I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.” His plea for disarmament resonates even today, as the existence of nuclear arsenals continues to loom over humanity.

Ernest Hemingway, a veteran of World War I, wrote in A Farewell to Arms that “War is not won—it’s survived.” His works capture the disillusionment of those who experience the horrors of war firsthand, offering a sobering reminder that those who glorify conflict often never bear its true cost.

Even military leaders like Dwight D. Eisenhower grew wary of war’s industrialization. As a former general and U.S. president, Eisenhower warned against the military-industrial complex, recognizing that the business of war could perpetuate conflict for profit. He urged diplomacy over militarization, emphasizing that lasting peace could only be achieved through cooperation.

Is Peace Truly Possible?

If war is such a destructive and futile endeavor, why do we continue to wage it? The answer may lie in the intersection of these political theories and human behavior.

Realism reminds us that power dynamics and security concerns drive much of international conflict. But Liberalism and Constructivism offer hope: if we can strengthen global institutions, promote democracy, and reshape international norms, perhaps war can be avoided. The feminist critique adds that by expanding the voices involved in decision-making, particularly those of women and marginalized groups, we might find more creative and compassionate solutions to conflict.

Furthermore, history has shown us that nonviolence and diplomacy can lead to peace. Mahatma Gandhi led India to independence through nonviolent resistance, proving that it’s possible to overcome even the most entrenched systems of oppression without violence. Nelson Mandela, too, transitioned South Africa out of apartheid through dialogue and reconciliation, offering a model for resolving conflicts without bloodshed.

Moving Forward: Solutions for Peace

To achieve lasting peace, we must approach the issue from multiple angles. Strengthening international organizations like the United Nations and the International Court of Justice is essential, as these institutions provide a framework for resolving disputes without resorting to violence. But beyond these formal mechanisms, we must foster a global culture that values dialogue over dominance.

Disarmament, particularly of nuclear weapons, is crucial. Einstein’s warnings about the consequences of war ring more urgent than ever in the modern era. Reducing the influence of the arms industry on global politics is also necessary; as Eisenhower warned, a world where war is profitable is one in which peace will always be out of reach.

Most importantly, we must redefine what it means to be strong. True strength lies not in the capacity to destroy but in the ability to build and to heal. As history has shown, peace is not just the absence of war—it is the presence of justice, equity, and mutual understanding.

Conclusion

War, while a persistent feature of human history, is not inevitable. It is shaped by human decisions, ideologies, and structures. By learning from political theory, understanding the human cost of conflict, and working together to reshape our global norms, we can build a world where peace is not only possible but inevitable.

The choice is ours. Do we continue down the path of destruction, or do we commit to creating a future where dialogue, diplomacy, and cooperation triumph over conflict? The time for war should be over. Now is the time for peace.

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Ghalib kept making this mistake all his life,

There was dust on his face and he kept cleaning the mirror!

#Galib poetry

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SCRIPT "In the Shadow of the Storm" - Scene 1

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EXT. SMALL VILLAGE – EVENING

The rain has finally stopped. The village, nestled between two swollen rivers, lies in a damp silence. A swollen river ROARS in the distance, though it is hidden by steep hills. Cars are stranded on the road, and houses cling precariously to the slopes.

EXT. SHOP - EVENING

MARKUS (31), stands outside his small shop, looking towards the hills. The road is lined with abandoned vehicles. The evening sky darkens, and anxiety lines his face. His wife, SARAH (25) (O.S.), calls from inside.

SARAH(urgent) You should go. The bridge is still hidden under the water, but he needs to come home.

Markus nods grimly and grabs his coat.

EXT. SHOP FRONT – CONTINUOUS

His younger son, LUCAS (3), bright-eyed and curious, tugs at his hand.

LUCASI want to come too, Papa!

Markus hesitates, then nods.

MARKUSAlright, but stay close.

They begin walking down the muddy path that leads to the river.

EXT. MUDDY PATH - LATER

Markus and Lucas carefully navigate the muddy path. The sky grows darker. Thunder rumbles faintly in the distance.

LUCAS(staring at the hills) Papa, how big is God?

Markus glances at him, surprised by the question.

MARKUSWhy do you ask?

LUCASIs God bigger than that hill?

Markus looks at the hill, towering over them.

MARKUS(softly) Yes. Much bigger.

Lucas stares up at the hill, his eyes wide with wonder.

LUCASI want to be bigger than God.

Markus chuckles, but there’s a depth to his son's words that strikes him.

MARKUSBigger than God? (sincerely) Why?

LUCASSo I can stop the floods.

Markus pauses, reflecting on his son’s innocent yet profound wish. He gently squeezes Lucas's hand, nodding in silent acknowledgment.

EXT. RIVERBANK – NIGHT

The ROARING river is finally visible, rushing violently past the bridge, which is still submerged. Across the river, Markus’ elder son, ETHAN (6), stands on the other side, waving his umbrella.

Markus waves back, signaling to him that they see him.

The river is LOUD, the floodwater violent. They are unable to speak over the sound.

Lucas tugs at his father’s hand, looking up, worried.

LUCASWill he be okay?

MARKUSHe’ll be fine. We just have to wait.

Markus’ eyes narrow in concentration, watching the waters slowly begin to recede. The bridge, bit by bit, emerges from the flood.

EXT. BRIDGE – NIGHT

The waters have lowered enough for the bridge to reappear. Markus and Lucas step onto the bridge carefully. Each step is deliberate.

LUCAS(small voice) Like you, Papa, careful on the rocks.

Markus glances down at his son, surprised by the memory. He looks ahead, thinking back.

FLASHBACK – EXT. SMALL WATER STREAM – DAY

A much younger Markus is carried by his FATHER, who carefully steps on stones across a stream. The young Markus watches the careful, deliberate steps, feeling safe in his father's arms.

EXT. BRIDGE – NIGHT

Markus snaps back to the present, the memory fresh in his mind as he guides Lucas across the bridge, carefully navigating the treacherous waters.

They reach the other side, where Ethan waits for them. The three of them embrace.

EXT. VILLAGE ROAD – LATER

The three walk back together, the village now quiet and calm after the storm. Markus glances at Lucas, who still looks up at the hills.

LUCASDo you think I can be bigger than God?

Markus smiles, looking ahead.

MARKUSMaybe. But it’s okay to be just who you are.

Lucas nods thoughtfully, still curious, but comforted. They walk in silence, the storm behind them.

FADE OUT.

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INT. HUMBLE LIVING ROOM - DAY

Marcus and his wife, SARAH, sit in the modest living room of their small house. The air is thick with tension. A faint ticking clock is heard in the background.

MARCUS (sighs) We did what we had to. We didn’t have a choice.

Sarah sits silently, staring out of the window, her hands clenched tightly in her lap.

SARAH Did we really have no choice? Or did we just... not fight hard enough? Not for Ethan, not for ourselves?

Marcus rubs his face, clearly exhausted. He struggles with the guilt, the weight of his decisions pressing on him.

MARCUS You know what my mother said. "Take your son with you, admit him where you live." They didn’t want him. None of them. Even if I had begged, it wouldn't have changed anything.

SARAH But did you even try? Did you ask, Marcus? Did you stand up for him—just once? Or did you let them push us away because it was easier than facing them?

Marcus looks at Sarah, his expression softening. He reaches out to take her hand, but she pulls away, still staring out the window.

MARCUS I couldn’t... I...

(pauses) I didn’t have it in me. I knew they wouldn’t listen. My mother... my brother... they’ve got their own lives. Ethan... he would’ve been a burden to them.

Sarah's eyes well with tears, but she holds them back, her voice trembling with frustration and pain.

SARAH A burden? He’s our son! How could they see him as a burden?

Marcus stares down at the table, lost in thought. His voice lowers, guilt thick in every word.

MARCUS I couldn’t put Ethan through that. I couldn't risk hearing my own mother... my own brother say those words aloud. It’s why I didn’t fight.

SARAH (sarcastically) So instead, we send him to that boarding school. Miles away from us... alone. And now, he probably thinks we don’t love him.

MARCUS He’s safe there. He’s going to get an education, a future. We couldn’t give him that here, not with this life.

SARAH And what about the pain? The tears in his eyes when we left him? Did you see it, Marcus? Did you feel it?

Marcus’s voice breaks. He leans forward, burying his face in his hands.

MARCUS Of course, I did... I felt it. Every second of it. And I’ll carry it with me for the rest of my life.

Sarah gets up from the chair, pacing the room. She stops at the window, staring out into the distance.

SARAH I just keep thinking... did we fail him? We didn’t even try. We didn’t fight for him.

(voice rising) We took him from the only family he knew and left him in a place that feels nothing like home.

MARCUS (slowly) I know... But maybe, maybe this is our fight, Sarah. Maybe giving him that education... that chance... that’s the fight. It doesn’t feel like much now, but it’s the only thing I know how to do.

SARAH (softly) And what if it isn’t enough?

A beat. Silence fills the room. Marcus stands and moves towards Sarah. He places his hands gently on her shoulders.

MARCUS We’ll find out, together. But we can’t undo it now. We have to believe that this... is what’s best for him.

Sarah’s tears finally spill over. She turns, resting her head against Marcus’s chest.

SARAH I hope you're right, Marcus. I just hope we haven’t lost him... not forever.

Marcus holds her tight, his own eyes wet, but his face resolute. They stand there, two parents trapped in the consequences of their choices, knowing there’s no going back.

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EXT. VILLAGE - DAY

The camera opens on a rugged landscape, hills in the distance. A small village rests in the valley, barren and quiet. In the foreground, Marcus stands by the doorway of a modest home, looking out.

MARCUS (V.O.) (Reflective) The riots had driven us into exile. We left behind a life we thought was secure, a home we thought was permanent. Ethan loved his school, and Lucas, young as he was, already dreamed of following his brother’s path. Now, we were here—isolated, living among the hills, without gas, without water... and barely any electricity. And yet, this place was our refuge. But at what cost?

INT. CITY HOME - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

The family huddles together in the dimly lit room. The sounds of distant chaos—sirens, shouting—echo from outside.

MARCUS (V.O.) It wasn't long ago that we were trapped in our city... not by walls, but by fear. The streets we once walked freely had turned into a battlefield. The riots... they spread like wildfire.

NEWS REPORTER (ON TV) Burning homes, blood in the streets, families torn apart…

Sarah holds the boys close. The TV shows disturbing images of the riots. Marcus looks out the window, his face tense.

MARCUS (V.O.) The chaos targeted people like us. Families who had lived in that city for generations... now hunted like animals.

EXT. CITY STREET - DAY (FLASHBACK)

Smoke fills the sky. Marcus walks down a deserted street, his pace quickening. He turns a corner and sees a lorry on fire, engulfed in flames. He sprints to his home, but the door is locked from the outside.

MARCUS (Frantic, pounding on the door) Sarah! Sarah!

No answer. Marcus freezes, panic seizing him.

MARCUS (V.O.) My thoughts spiraled. There were no phones... no way to know where they were.

EXT. NEIGHBOR’S HOUSE - DAY (FLASHBACK)

Marcus pulls up to a friend’s house on a motorbike. He rushes inside. Sarah and the boys are there, shaken but safe.

MARCUS (V.O.) There they were... safe, but shaken. My friend looked at me, his eyes heavy with a knowing look.*

FRIEND (Somber) I sensed it before you did.

MARCUS (V.O.) I thought... maybe reason, maybe words could keep us safe. I was wrong.

INT. NEIGHBOR’S HOUSE - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

The family huddles together in the darkness. Sarah holds Lucas, while Ethan sleeps on her lap. Marcus stares out the window, alert and watchful.

MARCUS (V.O.) For weeks, we lived in the shadows. Awake all night, afraid of attackers, living on scraps. Every passing day, my confidence crumbled. There was no fairness here. Survival was about power, brute force.

EXT. CITY BUS STATION - DAY (FLASHBACK)

Marcus approaches the bus depot. The manager, an older man, leans against a wall, smoking. The air is thick with tension.

BUS MANAGER (Grim) One bus. Trial run. Wait 'til tomorrow. See if it comes back.

EXT. CITY BUS STATION - DAY (FLASHBACK)

Marcus, Sarah, and the children board a bus. Their few belongings are clutched tightly. Marcus glances around, watching the other passengers who sit in silence.

MARCUS (V.O.) We packed what little we had, boarded that bus... knowing that even the whisper of our names could be our undoing.

INT. BUS - DAY (FLASHBACK)

The bus rumbles along a broken road. Outside the window, burnt buildings and charred streets pass by in silence. Marcus stares, his face drawn, haunted.

MARCUS (V.O.) The city was a graveyard. Restaurants, homes, schools—nothing but ash. Every blackened frame told the same story... lives erased by hate.

Inside the bus, no one speaks. The silence is suffocating.

EXT. BUS STATION - DAY (FLASHBACK)

The bus stops in a small town. Marcus steps off, looking around. A man, a family friend, stands waiting, holding the keys to a motorbike.

MARCUS (V.O.) When we arrived, waiting for us was a family friend from the majority community. Without a word, he handed me his motorbike.

The man nods silently. Marcus takes the keys, grateful but weighed down by the events. Sarah gathers the children.

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY (FLASHBACK)

The family rides on the motorbike. Sarah holds Lucas tightly, while Ethan sits in front of Marcus. They ride in silence, the wind whipping through their hair.

MARCUS (V.O.) His small gesture... it meant more than words could say. In the midst of all that hatred, there were still people willing to stand with us.

EXT. HOMETOWN - DAY (FLASHBACK)

The motorbike pulls up to a modest home. Marcus steps off, looking around. There's an uneasy calm in the air.

MARCUS (V.O.) We reached our hometown. It felt like a temporary safety, but it wasn't home. It was survival.

The family walks toward the house, uncertain but together.

FADE OUT.

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EXT. FAMILY HOME - NIGHT

The sky is bruised with shades of deep purple and gray. A MOTORBIKE pulls into the narrow driveway. SARAH, ETHAN, and LUCAS huddle close behind MARCUS. The motorbike’s rumble contrasts with the quiet of the house.

MARCUS (maneuvering the motorbike) Hold tight.

ETHAN and LUCAS dismount, their small hands gripping the handlebars. Their laughter, muffled by exhaustion, contrasts with the gravity of the journey. SARAH steps off, her gaze sweeping over the house with a mix of relief and apprehension.

EXT. FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS

MARCUS touches the front door, which creaks open. The house stands silent, almost as if it’s holding its breath. The walls loom larger, closing in.

INT. FAMILY HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

The air is thick with the scent of old wood and memories. MARCUS’s MOTHER, FATHER, BROTHER, HIS WIFE, and THEIR SON stand with open arms. ETHAN and LUCAS are enveloped in a warm embrace. MARCUS and SARAH are greeted with a blend of welcome and concern.

MOTHER (to ETHAN and LUCAS) Look at you two, all grown up!

The house feels smaller and more crowded. After the boys have fallen asleep, SARAH and MARCUS settle onto a worn couch.

SARAH (leaning against MARCUS) How long do you think we can stay here?

MARCUS (staring at the faded walls) I don’t know. But it’s all we have for now.

Khalil Gibran’s words from On Joy and Sorrow echo in MARCUS’s mind.

SARAH (softly, cradling LUCAS by the window) We have to make the best of it.

MARCUS (reflective) Gibran said, “Some of you say, ‘Joy is greater than sorrow,’ and others say, ‘Nay, sorrow is the greater.’ But I say unto you, they are inseparable.”

INT. KITCHEN - LATER

MARCUS sits at the kitchen table, ETHAN beside him, his head resting on his arms. SARAH hums a lullaby in the background. MARCUS is lost in thought.

MARCUS (to ETHAN) How are you holding up?

ETHAN (mumbling, exhausted) Just tired.

MARCUS (pondering) I wonder how long we’ll be able to stay here.

The thought of those without a safe place weighs heavily on him.

MARCUS (thinking of a past event) I remember a friend who needed help getting to another town. He didn’t have bus fare and promised to repay later. I gave him a ride.

FLASHBACK TO:

EXT. COUNTRYSIDE ROAD - DAY

The car drives through the countryside. MARCUS’s FRIEND, exhausted, speaks with a heavy voice.

FRIEND (glancing out the window) I came home from school. The key didn’t work. I thought maybe my mum was out shopping. But the neighbor handed me a bag of clothes and a sandwich. That’s when I knew.

MARCUS (concerned) Knew what?

FRIEND (sinking into his seat) My mum had locked me out. Changed the locks. Left a note with the bag. "You can find your own house now."

MARCUS (frowning) No warning? No explanation?

FRIEND (quietly) Nothing. I was sixteen. My dad let me stay with him, but only for a week. His girlfriend didn’t want me there.

BACK TO PRESENT:

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

MARCUS sits quietly, contemplating. He watches ETHAN and LUCAS, feeling the weight of his own responsibility.

MARCUS (to himself) What would I do if I couldn’t give them a home?

The thought tightens in his chest. He reflects on Darwin’s concept of survival, realizing it’s not just about strength but adapting through resilience.

MARCUS (voice-over) Darwin spoke of survival of the fittest, but it’s not brute strength that matters—it’s the skill to adapt. We aren’t fighting with fists but with quiet resilience, finding our way through the web we’re caught in. Here we are, suspended, unsure of what tomorrow will bring.

The scene fades out as MARCUS sits in contemplation, the weight of uncertainty and the hope for stability hanging in the air.

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September 3, 2024

Preface to Skin Diseases: Their Description, Etiology, Diagnosis, and Treatment According to the Law of the Similars

by M. E. Douglass, M.D., Published in 1900 by Boericke & Tafel

Welcome to the republishing of M. E. Douglass, M.D.'s seminal work on dermatology. In this blog, we will be sharing the complete text of Skin Diseases: Their Description, Etiology, Diagnosis, and Treatment According to the Law of the Similars, originally published in 1900. This classic text remains a valuable resource for understanding skin diseases from a homeopathic perspective.

Preface:

Man is a composite being. We have the skeletal man; the muscular man; the arterial man; the nervous man; the venous man; and enclosing and protecting all these, the skin—our outer man. This outer man is the one in whom we all take a greater or lesser pride; the one that receives the greatest amount of attention; the one that more pains are taken to beautify and adorn than all the others; the one in which any imperfection is soonest noticed, and for which relief is most promptly sought.

The physician who can soonest remove disfiguring blemishes, heal diseased conditions, smooth and beautify the skin, is the one whose praises are the loudest proclaimed by the gratified patient.

In no other department of medical science is a reputation so readily made as in the department of dermatology, for the reason that patients can speedily judge whether the physician is likely to do them good or harm.

What not to do in treating skin diseases is an important thing to know. The physician must have a thorough knowledge of the general course and behavior of skin diseases, and it is essential that he should be proficient in the principles of general medicine, in order that he may treat affections of the skin intelligently and successfully. The reason for this statement will become apparent as we study the etiology of the various lesions. We will then find that it often is necessary only to treat the cause to remove the lesion; and in this branch of medical science, more than in any other, perhaps, we will find Hahnemann’s rule to treat the totality of the symptoms complained of by the patient as the only method by which we may cure our patient.

“The highest aim of healing is the speedy, gentle, and permanent restitution of health, or alleviation and obliteration of disease in its entire extent, in the shortest, most reliable, and safest manner, according to clearly intelligible reasons.”

“When the physician knows in each case the obstacles in the way of recovery, and how to remove them, he is prepared to act thoroughly, and to the purpose, as a true master of the art of healing.”

The author has been prompted to prepare this work by a conviction of the existence of an urgent demand for a work on Dermatology in our School of Medicine, which should embody the advances recently made and set forth the distinctive characters of our therapeutics in a rational and practical manner.

The work has been written in the first instance with the view of meeting the wants of the homeopathic practitioner in his daily dealings with diseases of the skin; at the same time, the needs of the medical student in preparing for his examinations have been kept constantly in mind.

The author has endeavored to present his subject in the most practical manner and with the fewest possible words consistent with an intelligible presentation of the same. To this end, he has avoided all theoretical and controversial discussions, which are of interest to the specialist rather than to the general practitioner or student.

— M. E. Douglass, M.D., 7 W. North Ave., May, 1899

Disclaimer

The content presented on this blog is a republication of Skin Diseases: Their Description, Etiology, Diagnosis, and Treatment According to the Law of the Similars by M. E. Douglass, M.D., first published in 1900 by Boericke & Tafel. This classic work is now in the public domain.

Important Notes:

Historical Context: The information in this book reflects the medical knowledge and practices of its time. While valuable as a historical reference, some content may be outdated or superseded by more recent medical research and practices.

Medical Advice: The information provided is for educational purposes only and should not be considered medical advice. Consult a qualified healthcare professional for diagnosis and treatment of medical conditions.

Accuracy: Every effort has been made to preserve the original text as accurately as possible. However, typographical errors or formatting issues may be present.

Intellectual Property: The republication of this text is done in accordance with the public domain status of the work. The original text and any modern commentary added are attributed to their respective authors.

By accessing and using this blog, you agree to these terms and acknowledge that the content is presented as-is without any guarantees of accuracy or completeness.

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