On war, tongues and the Tour de Babel

Found myself with the Bible the other day. Which does not happen very often, I must admit with considerable guilt. Anyway, I read about the Noah affair — when Yahweh realised that he had made a mistake in creating man and sent 40 days and 40 nights of torrential rain, destroying all that lived or moved on Earth. Except for the ones in the Ark, of course.
Then I moved on to the Tower of Babel chapter, which had humankind attempting to build a tower that would touch the sky and protect it from the Great One, the next time he got into a destructive mood. And what did He do to stop them?
Fire? Acid? Big chunks of hail?
Naah, nothing so crude. Yahweh just gave them different tongues, and suddenly they were mouthing stuff that nobody could understand. The great army that set out to build the tower was reduced to becoming smaller legions that babbled nonsense, which others could not understand. And the project was doomed.
And so was man.
Many believe that Yahweh did this just to stop them from building the tower. But, according to me, it was to make humankind destroy itself — divide it into nations that spend all their energies in defending their kind, which are usually bound by language and skin. And apparently, Yahweh seems to be succeeding.
Now, one thing I’ll never understand is — why do we have to go all hoop-la over language? It was just meant to let you communicate with another (just like religion was meant to make sure you don’t go murder your neighbour), and that’s that. Why does anybody have to take so much pride in it, then go fetch a sickle to endanger your life as well as someone else’s? Simple logic, that.
And then there’s war. “It’s a beautiful thing,” they will make you believe ... “Die for your country. It’s a man’s life.” Crap.
How can murdering another person — even if it’s with the consent of the government — ever make you a better human being? Do you really think that having somebody’s blood on your hands is going to help the screaming little orphan that’s wandering down a dirty alley in your remote hometown? And do you think the enemy is fighting for a cause any less ‘nobler’ than yours?
No, the enemy has very similar reasons for fighting against you. And the orphan’s screaming because it has had to forfeit its lunch for the machine-gun in your hands.
But then, you are just a part of the great design; and it’s upto you to help humankind destroy itself...