“Everything that opposes the strivings of his egoism awakens his dislike, his anger, his hate: this is the mortal enemy, which he tries to annihilate.”
Arthur Schopenhauer, The Basis of Morality (1840)
If a fly begins to buzz round my nose when I am dozing in a lawn chair, I will strive to kill that fly. I may begin with a few threatening waves of my arm, but since few flies are daunted by threats, my annoyance will end with a swat. I desire peace, the fly desires whatever it is that a fly desires, and the resulting clash of our striving egos means there is not enough room in this world for the both of us.
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