Art begins when a man, with a purpose of communicating to other people a feeling he once experienced, calls it up again within himself and expresses it by certain external signs.
To us, it is incomprehensible that millions of Christian men killed and tortured each other because Napoleon was ambitious or Alexander was firm, or because England's policy was astute or the Duke of Oldenburg was wronged. We cannot grasp what connection such circumstances have the with the actual fact of slaughter and violence: why because the Duke was wronged, thousands of men from the other side of Europe killed and ruined the people of Smolensk and Moscow and were killed by them.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Tolstoy highlights the absurdity of war driven by ambition and political motives, questioning the justification for violence.
In this quote, Tolstoy reflects on the incomprehensible nature of war, drawing attention to how individual ambitions and political disagreements can lead to widespread violence and suffering. He expresses disbelief that millions would take up arms and inflict harm on one another for reasons that seem trivial when viewed through the lens of human experience and morality. This quote serves as a critique of the underlying motivations for war, suggesting that the suffering inflicted is disproportionate to the political reasons that instigate such conflicts.
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Example use cases
In a discussion about the futility of war at a community gathering, this quote can be used to illustrate how political ambitions lead to devastating consequences.
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