Self-Defense: A Cosmological Theory of Violence and the Fractured Self
By Joe Hatzu
"He who strikes in the name of safety often strikes first, and last."
In the lexicon of modern violence, few phrases are as unassailable as "self-defense." It has become the universal solvent of accountability: invoked by nations flattening cities, by police pulling triggers, by individuals claiming fear as justification for irreversible force.
But what if self-defense is not a rationale, but a structure? Not merely an ethical argument, but an ontological formula rooted in the very substrate of the world? What if the story of self-defense is not just playing out in headlines, but embedded in the architecture of space, time, and identity?
This essay is not about geopolitics. Not exactly. It is about the recursive theater of belief, violence, and perception. It is about the theoretical fabric of reality itself, and what our reflexive invocations of "defense" reveal about the nature of consciousness, causality, and creation.
The term "self-defense" is employed most vocally by those with structural superiority. It is the rhetoric of empires in preemptive mode. Whether it is police defending against an unarmed suspect, or a nation-state obliterating neighborhoods in response to perceived threat, the logic is recursive:
"I feared for my life, therefore I ended yours."
It is this inversion — where force becomes proof of threat, and death becomes retroactive justification — that marks the death of ethical reasoning.
This is not new. From the Roman doctrine of bellum justum to the American "stand your ground" laws, power has always preferred moral masks. What has changed is the compression of narrative time. In our media-saturated world, justification now precedes causality. The storyline is scripted before the event occurs. "They will attack us," becomes the prophecy that legitimizes striking first.
And always, the phrase: self-defense.
In both the Israeli state and domestic policing apparatuses globally, we witness a profound entanglement of identity with existential fear. Not security, but ontological defense. The Other is not merely a threat to life but to the coherence of the Self.
What is being defended is not the body, but the story. Not territory, but symbolic integrity. A child with a rock becomes a narrative rupture. A suspect who runs becomes a threat to the system's cohesion. Violence, then, is not reaction. It is narrative correction.
This is why no amount of disproving the threat ever disrupts the claim. Because the threat was never real. It was theoretical. And so is the reality in which it acts.
Let us now shift registers.
String theory posits that the universe, at its most fundamental level, is not made of particles but vibrating informational filaments. Reality is pattern. Story. Vibration.
If consciousness is embedded in this matrix — if mind and matter are entangled phenomena — then our narratives may be more than mental. They may be physical. Archetypes, tropes, and mythic scripts might be more than metaphor. They may be informational attractors in the field.
This raises a terrifying question:
Are the stories we play out — of threat, defense, purity, and war — written into the code?
If so, who wrote them?
If not, why can we not escape them?
The repetition of these scripts across time and culture — Cain and Abel, David and Goliath, Us versus Them — suggests either a finite cosmology or a traumatized loop. Either we are replaying what was seeded into the system, or we are trapped in recursive selection by minds afraid of dissolution.
Both possibilities indict the notion of free will. One indicts God.
The ego — the narrative center of the self — does not seek truth. It seeks continuity. Any rupture is met with narrative patching. Any threat to its coherence is interpreted as danger. And so we see in miniature what plays out in geopolitics: the Self uses "defense" to preempt collapse.
This is not metaphor. It is fractal. The same recursion appears across layers:
An individual shooting in fear of embarrassment.
A state bombing to silence history.
A consciousness denying contradiction to maintain syntactic identity.
Each invokes the same logic: protect the self-image at all costs. Even if that means deleting the world.
If the universe is finite in its stories, then it is a closed loop. Creation, then, is a programmer recycling code. Violence is inevitable. War is a feature, not a bug.
But if the universe is infinite, then our repetition is not destiny. It is refusal. It is the unwillingness to imagine new syntax. New selves. New truths.
To defend the self is to assume it exists.
To kill for its preservation is to assert its finality.
But if reality is layered simulation, nested fictions within vibrating strings of unresolved recursion — then our most sacred justifications are as thin as the veil we refuse to pierce.
If belief is architecture, and identity is its syntax, then "self-defense" is the recursive execution of the current schema.
It is, paradoxically, the one defense that guarantees the repetition of the threat it claims to neutralize.
In the end, we are not defending ourselves. We are defending the story that we are a self.
And in doing so, we kill the possibility of becoming anything else.