Chapter 12.—That Even the
Fierceness of War and All the Disquietude of Men Make Towards This
One End of Peace, Which Every Nature Desires.
Whoever gives even moderate
attention to human affairs and to our common nature, will recognize
that if there is no man who does not wish to be joyful, neither is
there any one who does not wish to have peace. For even they who
make war desire nothing but victory,—desire, that is to say, to
attain to peace with glory. For what else is victory than the
conquest of those who resist us? and when this is done there is
peace. It is therefore with the desire for peace that wars are
waged, even by those who take pleasure in exercising their warlike
nature in command and battle. And hence it is obvious that peace
is the end sought for by war. For every man seeks peace by waging
war, but no man seeks war by making peace. For even they who
intentionally interrupt the peace in which they are living have no
hatred of peace, but only wish it changed into a peace that suits
them better. They do not, therefore, wish to have no peace, but
only one more to their mind. And in the case of sedition, when
men have separated themselves from the community, they yet do not
effect what they wish, unless they maintain some kind of peace with
their fellow-conspirators. And therefore even robbers take care
to maintain peace with their comrades, that they may with greater
effect and greater safety invade the peace of other men. And if
an individual happen to be of such unrivalled strength, and to be
so jealous of partnership, that he trusts himself with no comrades,
but makes his own plots, and commits depredations and murders on
his own account, yet he maintains some shadow of peace with such
persons as he is unable to kill, and from whom he wishes to conceal
his deeds. In his own home, too, he makes it his aim to be at
peace with his wife and children, and any other members of his
household; for unquestionably their prompt obedience to his every
look is a source of pleasure to him. And if this be not rendered,
he is angry, he chides and punishes; and even by this storm he
secures the calm peace of his own home, as occasion demands. For
he sees that peace cannot be maintained unless all the members of
the same domestic circle be subject to one head, such as he himself
is in his own house. And therefore if a city or nation offered to
submit itself to him, to serve him in the same style as he had made
his household serve him, he would no longer lurk in a brigand’s
hiding-places, but lift his head in open day as a king, though the
same coveteousness and wicked
ness should remain in him.
And thus all men desire to have peace with their own circle whom
they wish to govern as suits themselves. For even those whom they
make war against they wish to make their own, and impose on them
the laws of their own peace.
But let us suppose a man such as
poetry and mythology speak of,—a man so insociable and savage as
to be called rather a semi-man than a man.
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Although, then, his kingdom was
the solitude of a dreary cave, and he himself was so singularly
bad-hearted that he was named
Κακός
, which is the Greek
word for
bad
; though he had no wife to soothe him with
endearing talk, no children to play with, no sons to do his
bidding, no friend to enliven him with intercourse, not even his
father Vulcan (though in one respect he was happier than his
father, not having begotten a monster like himself); although he
gave to no man, but took as he wished whatever he could, from
whomsoever he could, when he could yet in that solitary den, the
floor of which, as Virgil
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says, was always reeking with
recent slaughter, there was nothing else than peace sought, a peace
in which no one should molest him, or disquiet him with any assault
or alarm. With his own body he desired to be at peace, and he was
satisfied only in proportion as he had this peace. For he ruled
his members, and they obeyed him; and for the sake of pacifying his
mortal nature, which rebelled when it needed anything, and of
allaying the sedition of hunger which threatened to banish the soul
from the body, he made forays, slew, and devoured, but used the
ferocity and savageness he displayed in these actions only for the
preservation of his own life’s peace. So that, had he been
willing to make with other men the same peace which he made with
himself in his own cave, he would neither have been called bad, nor
a monster, nor a semi-man. Or if the appearance of his body and
his vomiting smoky fires frightened men from having any dealings
with him, perhaps his fierce ways arose not from a desire to do
mischief, but from the necessity of finding a living. But he may
have had no existence, or, at least, he was not such as the poets
fancifully describe him, for they had to exalt Hercules, and did so
at the expense of Cacus. It is better, then, to believe that such
a man or semi-man never existed, and that this, in common with many
other fancies of the poets, is mere fiction. For the most savage
animals (and he is said to have been almost a wild beast) encompass
their own species with a ring of protecting peace. They cohabit,
beget, produce, suckle, and bring up their young, though very many
of them are not gregarious, but solitary,—not like sheep, deer,
pigeons, starlings, bees, but such as lions, foxes, eagles, bats.
For what tigress does not gently purr over her cubs, and lay aside
her ferocity to fondle them? What kite, solitary as he is when
circling over his prey, does not seek a mate, build a nest, hatch
the eggs, bring up the young birds, and maintain with the mother of
his family as peaceful a domestic alliance as he can? How much
more powerfully do the laws of man’s nature move him to hold
fellowship and maintain peace with all men so far as in him lies,
since even wicked men wage war to maintain the peace of their own
circle, and wish that, if possible, all men belonged to them, that
all men and things might serve but one head, and might, either
through love or fear, yield themselves to peace with him! It is
thus that pride in its perversity apes God. It abhors equality
with other men under Him; but, instead of His rule, it seeks to
impose a rule of its own upon its equals. It abhors, that is to
say, the just peace of God, and loves its own unjust peace; but it
cannot help loving peace of one kind or other. For there is no
vice so clean contrary to nature that it obliterates even the
faintest traces of nature.
He, then, who prefers what is right
to what is wrong, and what is well-ordered to what is perverted,
sees that the peace of unjust men is not worthy to be called peace
in comparison with the peace of the just. And yet even what is
perverted must of necessity be in harmony with, and in dependence
on, and in some part of the order of things, for otherwise it would
have no existence at all. Suppose a man hangs with his head
downwards, this is certainly a perverted attitude of body and
arrangement of its members; for that which nature requires to be
above is beneath, and
vice versâ
. This perversity
disturbs the peace of the body, and is therefore painful.
Nevertheless the spirit is at peace with its body, and labors for
its preservation, and hence the suffering; but if it is banished
from the body by its pains, then, so long as the bodily framework
holds together, there is in the remains a kind of peace among the
members, and hence the body remains suspended. And inasmuch as
the earthly body tends towards the earth, and rests on the bond by
which it is suspended, it tends thus to its natural peace, and the
voice of its own weight demands a place for it to rest; and though
now lifeless and without feeling, it does not fall from the peace
that is natural to its place in creation, whether it already has
it, or is tending towards it. For if you apply embalming
preparations to
prevent the bodily frame from
mouldering and dissolving, a kind of peace still unites part to
part, and keeps the whole body in a suitable place on the
earth,—in other words, in a place that is at peace with the
body. If, on the other hand, the body receive no such care, but
be left to the natural course, it is disturbed by exhalations that
do not harmonize with one another, and that offend our senses; for
it is this which is perceived in putrefaction until it is
assimilated to the elements of the world, and particle by particle
enters into peace with them. Yet throughout this process the laws
of the most high Creator and Governor are strictly observed, for it
is by Him the peace of the universe is administered. For although
minute animals are produced from the carcass of a larger animal,
all these little atoms, by the law of the same Creator, serve the
animals they belong to in peace. And although the flesh of dead
animals be eaten by others, no matter where it be carried, nor what
it be brought into contact with, nor what it be converted and
changed into, it still is ruled by the same laws which pervade all
things for the conservation of every mortal race, and which bring
things that fit one another into harmony.
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He refers to the giant
Cacus.
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Æneid
, viii. 195.