Heralictus said war was the father of all things and king of all.
He wrote this in a treatise that would survive longer than every building he'd ever entered, arguing with the calm assurance of someone who believed they had located the first principle beneath everything else!
Peace was not a condition. Peace was the absence of conflict between conflicts, the brief intermission where opposing forces caught their breath before resuming the violence that actually drove existence forward.
Harmony was stagnation, and stagnation led to decay, and decay led to the collapse of whatever complacent arrangement had mistaken its temporary equilibrium for a permanent state.
Change required destruction. Progress required brutal opposition. The only existences that grew were the ones that fought, and the only civilizations that endured were the ones that understood fighting as foundational rather than aberrant.
Adversity was good. War was good!
