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 ...And So

The farce of negotiations has ended, giving way to the war to eliminate existential threats, as Benjamin Netanyahu prefers to call it. In its opening minutes, it struck the first tier of leadership within the system of the Supreme Jurist, most prominently the head of the regime himself—the ultimate authority over war and peace—Ali Khamenei.

Iran responded—not only against Israel, but against every interest reached by its missiles: the interests of Washington and its alliances, most of them Arab states, even the Omanis—who until yesterday had served as a bridge for mediation and Tehran’s most trusted channel.

Hezbollah entered the war with several symbolic rockets, ostensibly in response to the assassination of Ali Khamenei and to successive Israeli strikes on Lebanon—offering Benjamin Netanyahu precisely what he most desired.

This is not a border war, nor merely a battle of missiles and drones. It is a clash of wills, a test of narratives, a confrontation between two visions for the Middle East: one that sees deterrence as a moral force, and another that views resistance as a historical legacy. Between these visions stands a Middle East like a body exhausted by wars—yet still capable of astonishing the world, endowed with the peculiar gift of redrawing maps and alliances, not only through endurance, but through the language of money and economics.

And so…

The justifications for all this destruction and death have multiplied: from a nuclear program exhaustively debated, to a missile program deemed untouchable at the negotiating table, to supply lines, international alliances, and the role of proxies. All pointed to a fire advancing step by step.

When Benjamin Netanyahu’s electoral calculations aligned with his desire to secure an achievement his predecessors could not deliver to Donald Trump, the equation became combustible. In Washington, it is marketed as deterrence and non-proliferation; in Tel Aviv, as a matter of survival; in Tehran, as sovereignty and national dignity rooted in an ancient civilization.

When definitions of the red line diverge, sky and earth must ignite to redefine it—either by force of one victor, or by a formula in which no one wins entirely and no one loses entirely.

And so…

The war that has just ignited will not remain confined to one theater. Geography here is not a stage but a network of interests—from the Mediterranean to the Gulf, from southern Lebanon to the coasts of Yemen. Paths intertwine like wires in a complex electrical panel. A major strike could trigger unforeseen responses; a miscalculation could open doors never anticipated.

Several scenarios loom:

1. A limited, high-intensity war, with precision strikes on military, nuclear, and sensitive infrastructure targets—without crossing the threshold into total conflagration. It preserves the message without unleashing total chaos, yet always risks sliding into escalation if a strike lands in the wrong place or at the wrong time.

2. Expansion through proxies, where surrounding arenas become pressure fronts—sporadic rocket attacks, maritime assaults, cyber strikes. The war would be managed by many fingers, not all of whose fingerprints appear in the frame. The conflict would lengthen into a daily test of nerves—perhaps the most likely scenario if all parties wish to preserve the option of retreat.

3. A short, explosive campaign, aimed at paralyzing the adversary’s capabilities within days—intense strikes, network disruptions, closure of maritime routes. Despite its political and economic cost—and the risk of dragging unwilling actors into the fray—it remains present in decision-makers’ calculations.

4. A forced return to negotiations, where rules of engagement and guarantees are reformulated. Blood would not be erased, but its spread might be halted. This would require a mediator capable of gathering the threads, and courageous decisions from the three capitals—on the premise that no one can truly win a major war in this region. Yet the question persists: where would such a mediator be found under the presidency of Donald Trump?

And so…

The economy becomes the hidden battlefield. Any disruption to energy routes or maritime corridors would shake markets, transforming the conflict from military to existential. Oil is highly sensitive to shells; straits do not tolerate recklessness. Every missile would send prices soaring; every strike would reorder supply chains. The entire world thus becomes an undeclared party to the war, as its costs spread far beyond the maps of combat.

And so…

Every decision will be weighed against public opinion and Congress. In the United States, domestic politics is no less dangerous—framed as a struggle for dominance and strength. In Iran, it remains fused with historical memory. In Israel, internal calculations intersect with external ones, making retreat more difficult, as each side fears appearing weak before its public.

And so…

In Lebanon, Gaza, Iraq, Yemen—even southern Syria—though now seen as margins, they remain chapters that may open or close with the rising tempo of fire. Each arena carries its own probabilities and surprises. War may have exhausted them, yet they know that redrawing maps does not lessen pain—only inflates its bill.

And so…

The greater question is not who will fire the last strike, but who will have the courage to stop it. History is filled with wars that began with supreme confidence and ended in profound disappointment. Deterrence may prevent the worst—but it may also fail when transformed into a contest of pride and dignity. When those mix, they require something beyond rationality to prevent becoming a fire without limits.

And so…

The most probable scenario, by the logic of pragmatism, is a blend of the limited and the gradual—calculated strikes, exchanged messages, mediations behind closed doors. A war that says more than it does, and does just enough to speak—yet remains a game on the edge of the abyss, where a single step could change everything.

In the end, the truth is both simple and complex: no one in this triangle wants a major war—yet all drift toward it. There is no trust in the other’s intentions, yet everyone needs the other to preserve a line of retreat.

And so…

The region stands at a crossroads unlike any before: either the rules of engagement are rewritten with a political pen, or inscribed with a pen of fire. The difference between the two lies not in the ink—but in the number of names erased from the records.

Thus will the open messages between the three capitals conclude: either they read the moment wisely—or the moment will read them as it pleases.