“Behavior involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something.”
“Strength of emotion or an unpleasant or destructive natural force.”
The physical. The emotional. Primal.
We, as human beings, are violent things.
I know we don’t often think of ourselves as that; we would shy away from that consideration. It is not something to be considered in a mirror, not something to be spoken amongst those who are members of a civil (read: non-violent) society.
But, we are violent in our public discourse (see: current US presidential campaigning…wait, all electoral endeavours, neither Europe nor Africa nor Canada nor Australia, nor any country, tribe, nation, is excused from this).
But, we are violent in our personal sexual engagements – even “vanilla sex” involves the act of penetration (and it is the slight unpleasantness – the stretch, the burn, the rub, the act of pushing forth – that gives the pleasure, the thrill).
But, we are violent…in most everything to which we put our hands and thoughts. From giving birth, to taking kisses; from exercising leadership to acts of submission; from mandhandling our bodies into the shape of “fit” to abusing our internal systems with the glut of grains, gristle, and greed.
We are of, we create, we absorb, we accept violence. We need violence to subsist, to survive, and to thrive.
We should embrace our nature. One cannot “fight” oneself forever.
We are violent things. Physical. Emotional.