Men direct their deepest hostility at other men.
Before one speaks, another measures the body, the voice, the position, the woman beside him, the room he occupies.
Comparison arrives before recognition.
They compete, humiliate and destroy one another.
The highest human strength is turned against the only form capable of meeting it as an equal.
The same hands that could build together learn to clench against each other.
Why?
Because culture positioned woman as prize, goal, duty and moral examination of man.
In Nature, woman is not the prize.
The prize is to be reborn in a male body.
Men can create rules for themselves.
In culture, they create law against one another.
One man wants to protect her.
Another wants access to her.
One fights for her.
Another fights over her.
A woman is placed between men, and brotherhood is replaced with competition.
Under this narrative, the hell of men begins — and with it, hell on earth.
No force on earth equals the agency of men in building civilization.
When that agency is directed inward as war, every structure carries the war inside it.
Every word, ideology and morality that falsifies where man comes from helps sustain the slaughter:
the most conscious form deciding, every day, whether to destroy itself or recognize itself.
Two men who have never met can sit in silence and understand one another’s weight.
No woman can give a man that exact recognition.
No therapist can reproduce the body’s knowledge of the same form carrying the same burden.
Did hell begin when you met an enemy, or when you were taught not to see a brother?