Peace has become a trophy, not a condition of life. In an age where war is constant and destruction is boiled down to code, even words have been weaponized. Drones are called Gospel, bombs Lavender — language of healing turned into tools for precise killing. This is not just propaganda; it is theology rewritten for the age of algorithms. Holiness becomes an idea of purity, and to cleanse means to erase. In such a world, it makes perfect sense that Trump would seek the Nobel Peace Prize. After all, in the chaos of meaning, who better to receive a prize for peace than those who have mastered the art of destruction?