The Tender & Terrible Universe
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When mercy and wrath share the same mirror.
We were sitting at the dining table, my younger sibling and I, talking about recent and upcoming movies. I told them I was eager for the adaptation of Stephen King’s The Long Walk, and how I wanted to watch it with them — a small attempt at making up for the last film we missed together.
When the Dead To Rights trailer ended, Rai sighed. "Sometimes I look at things like this and wonder how it’s possible for us to do this to each other. Like, it’s crazy how animals with intelligence partake in violence for fun.”
That last phrase clung to me. Animals with intelligence partake in violence for fun.
We listed examples: orcas batting seals into the air as if the ocean itself were a stage; dolphins dragging porpoises into play that ends with their bodies torn apart; chimpanzees organising raids, not out of hunger but the thrill of domination.
The spiral opened.
Is violence intrinsic to intelligence?
The oldest theological question came knocking too: If God is good, why is there evil? But perhaps the mistake is in thinking of good and evil as separate realms. Who decides what falls on which side of the line, and by whose scales is the weighing done?
In Islamic metaphysics, God is One. Oneness means all qualities exist in Him. As written in the 99 Names of Allah, Al-Muhyi (The Giver of Life) cannot be without Al-Mumit (The Taker of Life). Mercy and wrath are not rivals but reflections of the same mirror. To split them apart would be to fracture the very Oneness of God.
What does it mean, then, to be intelligent?
According to Syed Muhammad Naquib al-Attas, to have true knowledge is to have adab is to act in accordance with your rightful place in the cosmos. Knowledge, then, is not about stuffing the mind with facts but about aligning yourself with truth — living rightly in relation to the whole. Without adab, even the most learned scholar can be corrupt. Knowledge is only as useful as the way it changes you.
And yet here lies the paradox. The very self-awareness that comes from knowledge is what grants the power to manipulate. To imagine. Because violence as play requires imagination. It is the act of pushing boundaries, weighing consequences, imagining new outcomes. The same imagination that writes poems and builds cities also conjures torture chambers and bombs. Knowledge cracks the door open but it is imagination that decides whether to walk through with compassion or with malice.
Violence in not necessary, but it is inherent.
An individuated person will always act with adab. Injustice and cruelty belong to a society of intelligent but morally bankrupt beings. I am not excluding myself from this equation. I try to be a good person. I slip up sometimes. I'm still human. But I try.
And so the paradox sickens and awes me all at once. That the same cosmos that births tenderness also births terror. That I can sit here and gape at the magnificence of the universe while at the same time knowing that its fabric is soaked with blood.
But perhaps that is the lesson: that such violence means an equal kindness must exist somewhere. That the universe, in its Oneness, holds both extremes. Somewhere, hidden in the folds of this fractured creation, an equal mercy waits to be revealed. Tender and terrible, all at once.
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