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Galm Fae
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Posted - 2013.07.29 04:09:00 -
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We should all be so lucky. You don't have to worry about what you are becoming when you can't remember what you used to be. |
Galm Fae
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Posted - 2013.07.29 06:31:00 -
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Yun Hee Ryeon wrote:Respectfully, Fae-haan, it seems a little early to be proclaiming ourselves monsters. At a glance, the average clone soldier is a much less monstrous being than the average capsuleer.
Oh yes soldier, perhaps you are right. Perhaps it will all turn out like those splendid Gallente pioneer films, where the dashing space commando saves the day, gets the girl, at makes it back before bedtime!
We are bred to kill. Next to clearing drone hives, there isn't much nobility in our work. We may not be the angry gods that eggers have become, but we are as of now their puppets. Until we can liberate ourselves from the empyreans, we are doomed to violence. |
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Posted - 2013.07.29 09:18:00 -
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I increasingly like your thinking... To an extent. I have heard rumors of proposed operations where mercenary groups invade entire Titans to clear them out. So far the feat has never been publicly attempted, leaving the proposal as a serious method of waging war more or less up in the air at the time being. In time however, things will change. As of now, our grip on the universe is loose. We act less as corporations and more as gladiators fighting for the entertainment and profits of capsuleers. For now, that is the life we are doomed to. It is a fact we will have to endure.
One day though, when we have grown powerful off the squabbles of these starship captains, we shall turn it around.
And so Lynch-haan, to tie this back to you: It isn't about what you were. It is about what you will become. Will you be a puppet, or a person? Continue to fight these battles if you wish, but remember that these fights will just devolve you into another cog in the war machine. Or... You can fight your own war. Bring purpose and begin fighting for yourself.
I predict a great disillusionment following in the footsteps of the Arkombine. It is only a matter of time. |
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Posted - 2013.07.31 08:05:00 -
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Yun Hee Ryeon wrote:
The key capsuleer weakness is a blind spot: they reliably dismiss any threat that cannot defeat them in naval combat. If the capsuleer falls, it will be an ape (or ape-like artificial organism) with a tool box that kills it.
Heh, humorous. If that ever happens, remind me to buy you a drink for calling it. (Though frankly, I don't see much difference between an ape with a toolbox and the degenerates in my flight crew.)
It is that very pride and arrogance that we will turn against them soon.
Quote:You seem to have tasted, or more than tasted, of disillusionment, yourself, Fae-haan. Is it so terrible to be a cog, if the machine is doing something worthwhile?
For good or ill, we are instruments, tools, perhaps playthings, of the powers that be. This may not be exactly an empowering perspective, but to turn it around: those same powers are the forces that structure society in the empires and beyond.
Is civilization a bad project for us to be involved in?
This life has taken me to every corner of the universe. Sometimes I would fight to uphold my values, sometimes it was simply for a paycheck. Hell, I've even done work for the Blood Raiders in the past. They aren't horrible people when you get to know them, as long as you are on their side. Their devout honor you as a harbinger of their god, and the power that they believe our blood holds tends to get them a bit frisky at times. Sure, you will probably end up with a dagger run through you as they rip out your heart, but their women are just pretty enough to make it worth it.
The point is, I have seen most of the cultures the universe has to offer, from tribal Minmatar to wanted Guristas. I have learned a great deal from each of them. I will never turn against my State, but I know enough to doubt its intentions at times. The rigorous devotion to our empire is demanded by the Deksam Okusaikan Nuijaa, and for that I expect them to show the same devotion to us. The Meritocratic ideals of the Caldari may have lost focus in recent years, but I continue to support my State. Not to be a part of a grand corporate machine, but for the hope our State provides. We may not be perfect, but we are getting better every day. It is only natural that the competition that the State thrives off will breed individualistic values. Heth stunted that social growth. Now, for the first time, we can turn that hand back and become the Empire we have always had the potential to be, up to par with the mighty Raata.
My disillusionment, much like a cancer, has spread from a small moment of doubt. Doubt that all of my fighting was really for my own ideals. Doubt in the intentions of those in power. Doubt for those in power grew to hate for those who limit my own expression. That hate extended to all who insist on controlling their fellow men, a sin that extends well into the Federation and into the far reaches of even low-sec backwaters. It is with the greatest irony that it occurred to me that I was guilty of that which I hate most. Eventually, the curtain was pulled back, and a great truth reveled itself to me. Double standards are what fuel this world. Once I understood that basic fact, I was free. It is no longer about what others tell me, it is about my own intentions, safe in my own fabricated knowledge that whatever choice I make will be correct, for it is the choice I made for myself.
Nothing matters but ourselves and that which we decide to invest our time in. For that exact reason, the supreme force in the universe is not unity, but one's ego. All power is granted from the individual. Naturally, the economic anarchy of the Caldari State is the closest we will ever see to a truly free world. Anarchy is not such a bad thing. It does not equate to a world of no compassion or devotion to others. It simply liberates us all from the veil of governments and allows us to be our true selves. If this world is a test to sort out the worthy, than let us not force others to carry the weak or hold back the strong.
Granted, one could fall among the ranks of the Legion or criminal organizations, but few offer the amenities of an Empire. |
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Posted - 2013.07.31 23:14:00 -
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Yun Hee Ryeon wrote:
These words, with much respect, Fae-haan, seem to reflect a great deal of pain. If you are willing and interested, I may be able to ... help, a little.
The Way of the Winds and the Achur faith are recognized by practitioners of both to be different perspectives on a single truth. Normally, we do not presume to instruct the Caldari on their path, close kin to ours though it may be, but there are ... insights ... that are easier to perceive from an Achur perspective.
If you wish it, I will offer what I can.
Caldari pride or not, I know enough to accept the help of a friend when I need it. It means... quite a lot in fact. More than you would think.
Besides, if I allow whatever I am feeling to emotionally compromise myself then I am a liability to my unit. Any help you could offer could mitigate that risk. |
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Posted - 2013.08.01 02:40:00 -
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That analogy is rather fitting. I don't doubt what you claim. We are all just insignificant specs, trying to fly a little bit higher before we strike the ground and melt away. What you don't realize though is that is just one snapshot of our existence. We may just be drops of rain, but enough all falling on one ideal can erode mountains. The rain forms rivers that carve new canyons, opening the world up to new possibilities. Eventually, all that water returns to the sky and begins anew. We aren't frames in time, we are the single greatest act of self-mutilation in the galaxy. For in the cycle, though we change state, we are all part of the same spectacular universe. Ultimately, we decide the value we grant life as we are the universe. It is the greatest irony that in our state of humanity where we might observe ourselves we are at our weakest state. Much like a painter stepping away from his canvas, we are powerless to change the forces surrounding us. But only in this state can we truly look upon its beauty.
Storms, though they may seem scattered evens, are still guided by the wind. This is the concept of the Way. In our current state, we are guided by forces our mortal minds can not grasp. Our Winds and spirits are mere personifications of the same forces that shape our world. It has often been argued that man has no free will. We are merely a composite of our past and future, molded by the universe. Our implants prove merit to this theory. The fact still stands however that the universe guides our choices, at least to an extent. Though we may all fall together, the wind may still dictate were we land. Some call this fate.
Only by combining the views of the Intaki, Caldari, and Achura might we all come to notice this grand truth. Though we are spawned from the universe and are doomed to return to dust, there might be some purpose we have yet to accomplish to improve our own world before we fade away. All of creation is a forge for the universe, and in our lives we take the form of different aspects of that same force. Billions of people across the stars and all are just different faces of the same power. Perhaps our time here is to sort out these different faces so that we might become better for it.
My point being, I greatly respect your input Ryeon-haani. It has forced me to come to terms with some bitter facts about our existence. Yet despite all of this, I can not get past the feeling that we all have our own destiny. |
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Posted - 2013.08.01 07:02:00 -
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Adamance, you always do entertain me with you devotion. If you feel so strongly that I am wrong perhaps you can laser me in half again. Just make sure this time you hit the vitals first.
And Ryeon, I understand your concern. I don't seek to pull the rug out from others or collapse the fragile life some have worked so hard to preserve. I have no goal or ambition to speak of. I'm less of a visionary and more of the boy who ran away to see all this life has to offer. I merely feel the need to pause and make commentary on what I observe along the way. |
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