I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Man is a competitive creature, and the seeds of conflict are built deep into our genes. We fought each other on the savannah and only survived against great odds by organising ourselves into groups which would have had a common purpose, giving morale and fortitude.
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
Death became a desired option. I hoped I would hit a mine or run into an ambush and just end it all. I think some part of me wanted to join the legions of the dead, whom I had failed.
When once a certain class of people has been placed by the temporal and spiritual authorities outside the ranks of those whose life has value, then nothing comes more naturally to men than murder.
Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.
For tis not in mere death that men die most.
Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.
Evolutionary psychologists suggest that humans experienced evolutionary benefits from brain developments that included aversion to loss and risk and from instincts for cooperation that helped strengthen communities.
How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?
I think I had an advantage in the sense that I wasn't raised religiously.
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