There’s no merit in discipline under ideal circumstances. I’ll have it in the face of death, or it’s useless.
If you’re born in a cubicle and grow up in a corridor, and work in a cell, and vacation in a crowded sun-room, then coming up into the open with nothing but sky over you might just give you a nervous breakdown.
I consider violence an uneconomical way of attaining an end. There are always better substitutes, though they may sometimes be a little less direct.