Diminished Flames
"I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them."
Thomas Jefferson
I am no great arbiter of man. I cannot judge the desires and needs of my people. Yet I know the difference between a child and a young man. To me, a child is one you must teach while a young man is one who you must guide. Government is as such.
Kaiser Fuji
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Barukh ata Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha olam...
"Blessed are You, LORD, our G-d, King of the universe..."
It is depressing. Depressing to know that you are the last of your kind, and that after you, there will be no one else.
I unfolded my Bereshit and my Shemont. The tale of the expulsion from Paradise and the experience of Jacob and that of Moses and the journey from Aigyptos: all of them weighed heavily on my mind. The all-mighty G-d moved in mysterious ways. Why did he send me to this forsaken frontier area? And why did the Tumult then reoccur?
For all of the talk of physicists, chemists, biologists, and engineers, they had never proved to me that G-d did not exist. On the contrary, history has shown that people have turned to the supernatural as the wonders of the universe increased exponentially. La Revanche de Dieu was true in the days at the dawn of the Solar Federation; I believe the same will be true of the coming times. The Tumult, if history has been any indicator, is that of creative destruction.
A mother understands what a child does not say.
I distinctively recall a discussion I once had with a classmate when I was a visiting student at the Hebron Institute of Higher Theological Studies. She posited the age-old question: Is G-d a woman?
If we are the children of G-d and G-d is a woman, would G-d treat us much as a mother raises her children?
I did not further pursuit theological studies and as such, I cannot attest to its theological basis. But as the normative standard? If we take the relationship between G-d and us in the same way we would see the relationship between the mother and her children as a standard by which we view the universe, than we can only hope that G-d knows what it wants us to do, to be.
Undoubtedly such thoughts would be considered heretical. Yet I can only presume that all of the Elders and Learned Rabbis are dead. After all, why wouldnt they be?
Praying, I asked for continued humility and the strength to persevere in this land of gentiles.
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President Mitzu pays tribute to the pirates!
It has come to the attention of our editors that the Mitzu Administration plans to essentially submit to the Pirates, otherwise known as the infamous Society of the Liberes. Worse than pirates, they are a society dedicated to the notion of ordered chaos where happiness is designed to be the supreme goal. This alone is not a problem; the problem is the lack of moderation in the Liberes pursuit of happiness. The pleasures of sensuous human existence are only of worth when it coexists with spiritual and ethical considerations. The President is raising a monster
He placed his datapad down. It automatically moved to project the image of the newsfeed in the air. It was the headline for one of the premier news agencies on Ningbao. Looking around at his collected ministers, he stated the obvious:
As you can easily tell, the Ningbao Evening Post disagrees with my recent decision. I do not disagree with many of the analysis, frankly, I agree with most of it. That is why we must avoid the scenario where the Republic and the Society of the Liberes ever come into direct conflict. There were many nods, but not everyone was smiling. Christopher? Im afraid you betray a hint of disapproval.
Smiling, Christopher shook his head. Not the case at all. It will take us 7-8 years to get the capability to even defend ourselves adequately against the Society. I was only wishing that we did not have to deal with this, or with the gaggle of foreign intrigue. They all seek to use us for their own purposes. Frowning a bit, he gestured towards the night sky. What can we do with what little we have? Simply bide our time and hope things blow over. Keep our head down and trudge on. Horn awaits; that is where we shall go and that is where we shall build the foundations for a new state.
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It was a beautiful scene.
She sniffed.
The environment of course, was lacking in much.
Water and ice as far as the eye could see. And then there was the weather: storms, high winds, cold temperatures and more storms. It would take some time for them to get used to it. But there was an atmosphere, there was water, and there was life. Anything would be an improvement over Gemstar and its barren worlds.
And anyone who tried to contain them on Gemstar would have to do it with force. No way in hell would anyone want to live in Gemstar forever, especially after Horn.
She could smell a coming storm. How wonderful. They would have to seek shelter.