We the people just had two major trials in our country regarding use of force. Guns used to kill persons. Once, in a different world, many people carried knives. They still do, with a utilitarian value for all kinds of work in the field, woods and at home. We carry a knife into the woods and hiking, it makes sense.
I tried to find a reason to have a gun, a weapon that is only used to fire at something: an animal or a human or a rusty lock? To kill, or to play good guys and bad guys? It seems to me with the proliferation of guns, people feel like they have to shoot something, anything, even themselves. Like they have to find a value in it.
It can’t chop wood or cut a rope or cloth. It is a hunk of metal when you think about it, that we give great meaning to, like a diamond is equal to love, or so we are told.