We're turning into shadows at the mercy of the winds of violence. We see our fellow humans as enemies, as nobodies to be avoided. We bring terror, death, war, violence, pain, and suffering into the world — all while surrounded by the beauty of our own home. It's as if we move through life believing ourselves invisible to reality, acting only to satisfy a personal appetite for excess and power that, if such a thing existed, we'd never have deserved more than we do now.

We think we're gods, creating slaves — yet we are nothing. Nothing eternal, nothing immortal. We're part of the universe, like grains of sand in a desert. We believe ourselves mountains, but we're only stones.

By accepting our role and our scale with humility, our vision would sharpen and grow wiser. Our soul would fill with awareness. Parabellum prepares us for war — the war fought inside our own homes. The same war our brothers and sisters fight with bombs. The same war we wage, armed with ignorance, envy, and greed.

Our enemy is ourselves. Our ego is the hand ready to launch the missile. Our soul is the light that lights up the darkness. All we need is to be ready to look inside ourselves and ask what we truly want.

Parabellum: ready for war with ourselves, to save others. To save us all.