I'd go to war for you, my dear. I'd set the world at odds with itself, and burn all the fields to the ground. I'd build majestic monuments, and send waves of young men to their end, in a kind of ritualistic sacrifice, for your affections. In your eyes there is the demand for blood. Your form compels us to violence. Sweet, beautiful, girl, you are reason, and causation. We are bound thus for conflict. "None may have you that I may not". I must be victor, or victorious; while all other must bow. Those that cannot oppose, shall obey. This is the abhorrent nature of existence, of which I revel. One hand on my weapon, the other at your throat; and while my eyes are fixed on that dark circlet that sings of soul; orbs reflecting vainly, vanity, and lust; the hands of mine enemy slip themselves around my throat and squeeze.
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- Yes It is, but also it is a rather terrifying truth that men, whether aware of it or not, are in a sense compelled to conflict for these reasons. Self propagation of genetic information requires it. The survival of our species, the evolution of it's resiliency, necessitates this conflict. While it may not always result in the base, animalistic violence of war, the conflict is there. Oddly enough a line in Futurama got it very right. All of human civilization's greatest achievements were built to impress a girl. That "girl" is all of you.
- "the pleasure - the privilege is mine".