It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.
— Voltaire
Voltaire's barb cuts deeper than mere war criticism—he's exposing how societies grant themselves moral exemptions through ceremony and scale. We recognize murder as evil in principle, yet the same act becomes noble or necessary when wrapped in flags and formality. Consider how modern nations debate drone strikes in distant countries with far less public outcry than a single domestic crime: the "trumpets" of official sanction somehow transform the moral calculus. What makes this observation sting is that it doesn't condemn war itself, but rather indicts our willingness to *feel differently* about identical violence depending on its trappings.
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