It is in war that the State really comes into its own: swelling in power in number in pride in absolute dominion over the economy and the society.
As one gets older one sees many more paths that could be taken. Artists sense within their own work that kind of swelling of possibilities which may seem a freedom or a confusion.
Age is not all decay it is the ripening the swelling of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the husk.
Patriarchy is like the elephant in the room that we don't talk about but how could it not affect the planet radically when it's the superstructure of human society.