A major war in Europe will be even greater than the one currently taking place.

Sometimes, dogs come. They arrive in packs and always bring devastation. People run from them, they are feared.

Only wolves can stop the dogs. Wolves despise dogs as ancient traitors of their will.

Once victorious, wolves always plan to expand their packs, searching for a place in the sun for their offspring.

You have no choice but to side with the wolves, for otherwise, the dogs cannot be halted.

But remember: eventually, cannibals arrive and skin the wolves. It always happens this way.

It seems a great war in Europe is on the horizon—greater than the one currently unfolding. For the Spaniards in 1937, their war was also immense and utterly dire.

In retrospect, we are all wise, and those fortunate enough to be alive will look back and nod knowingly: indeed, it’s all clear. The USA deliberately pushed the Old World into chaos—years were given to recover, yet they continued to slumber. So, forward we go—purification by fire.

Honestly, I’ve always believed that Washington, amid its confrontation with the Celestial Empire, needed tranquility in its backyard, that is, in Europe, rather than more uproar.

But thankfully, I am not a politician, a political scientist, or even an expert.

What if I’m mistaken?

What if the uproar and fire are part of the plan?

As they say, let’s remember this tweet.

Consider these stories about the continuous cutting of cables by the Russians. What if I told you this isn’t a hybrid, God forbid, war with NATO, nor an attempt to sabotage Europe? What if this is preparation for seizing the Baltic trio?

Or, at the very least, to inflict a painful bite on one?

A rehearsal.

The so-called "fact" strategy.

When NATO is simply presented with the fact: either they wipe their tears or start a full-scale war over a million Estonians (for instance).

Not logical? Not rational? Impossible?

Framing the question this way makes no sense at all.

Everything that can happen will happen.

For your nine most logical scenarios, consider the tenth—the most insane one.

That will be the reality.

In such moments, I sometimes feel genuinely glad that, like many of my colleagues, we are simply people of action in our places.

We bear no burden of wearing expensive suits, and we are relieved of the privilege of being grand planners.

Let everyone stay in their place and fulfill their duty honestly, and whatever may come, let it be.

Perhaps we are so sick that only through global fire can we push the best out of our loose kind.

Let me remind you that democracy, republics, and all the ideas spawned by the Great French Revolution and the American Revolution (no less great, by the way) over two hundred years ago are pure, extreme anomalies.

Yes, it’s psychopathy, but this psychopathy is the best and most astonishing thing humanity has managed to extract from its sorrow and suffering.

In blood, in agony—but extract it nonetheless.

If the mere fact of life emerging in our universe is a probability so minuscule that its indicator (by its properties) is practically zero, then within this intelligent life, the ideas of those revolutions are no less infinitely improbable scenarios.

We lived in the spark of those ideas.

What are 200 years to humanity? Nothing.

Ahead lie years of fearlessness.

Time for heroes.

Time for sorrow.

Time for injustice.

Time to journey from one failure to another.

Time for enthusiasm and tears.

Dark times.

Time for cannibals.