Was thinking more about Pressfield’s Virtues of War. Specifically: why did Alexander die at 32? And what does the book’s title mean? In ferreting out the answers, I found a key life lessons.
First, let me review two important passages that will help answer both questions. The first passage details an encounter with a group of gymnosophists.
One of my pages, a bright lad named Agathon, was striding ahead to clear the lane, when he came upon a troupe of gymnosophists taking the sun in the public way. These declined to vacate for my passage. An altercation broke out between the boy and several vendors, who took up the cudgels on the renunciants’ behalf. A crowd fathered. By the time I arrived, a full-blown incident was in prgress. The nut of the quarrel was this: Who was the more worthy to possess the right-of-way—Alexander or the gymnosophists? As I reined-in, Agathon stood in spirited exhange with the eldest of the wise men. Indicating me, the lad declared,”This man has conquered the world! What have you done?” The philosopher replied without an instant’s hesitation, “I have conquered the need to conquer the world.”
And the second passage is from Hephaestion, a close friend of Alexander’s, ranting at Alexander to give up conquest and return home—this comes after several years of war that has led the army thousands of miles away from home—farther than any Greek army had traveled.
“Till Persepolis I stood with you, Alexander. Wrongs done to Greece must be avenged. But we have slain Persia’s king. We have burned her capital; we have made ourselves masters over all her lands. Now what?” He gestures east, across the river. “Shall we conquer these honest yeomen next? Why? How have they harmed us? By what right do we bring war against them? Pursuit of glory? This army stopped being glorious a long time ago. Or shall we cite Achilles and say we emulate the ‘virtues of war’? Rubbish! Any virtue carried to its extreme becomes a vice. Conquest? No man can rule another. The most devoted subject will trade in an instant his wealth, earned beneath your rule, for poverty he can call his own. We had a cause. We have none now.”
I don’t think Alexander wanted to conquer the world. Rather, he had a burning need to prove himself to be the greatest warrior and general on earth, which could only be proven by defeating all other armies and their commanders. And in the end, he was never able to conquer this need to prove himself. He pushed his generals and his army too hard—to the point that they became afraid of their own success and eventually refused to continue.
Shortly after his return to Babylon, he died—died because he could not stop. His obsession with the virtues of war became his vice, and eventually destroyed him. At least, that’s my supposition.
If taken in this light, the book’s title, then, describes war (or any other undertaking of genius) as a double-edged sword: it’s virtues, if not controlled, are it’s most dangerous vices. That is, if you let the virtue of your genius define who you are, it will destroy you.