“Beautiful city! so venerable, so lovely, so unravaged
by the fierce intellectual life of our century, so
serene!…whispering from her towers the last
enchantments of the Middle Age…Home of lost
causes, and forsaken beliefs,and unpopular names,
and impossible loyalties! [Oxford.]”—
they looked at me different since the day we landed here. When we left Tierra- we thought, that the robots would be the worst of our problems but the end of human history was writing itself action by action. How long did we wait before going off world. What was human history? -we’ve been across the universe and back just to see time fold on itself. Alien was what they called us, U S - we never fit in, never knew what it was like to be one of them. That goes for us all, though anywhere we go, we just want to fit in with our inferiority and evil ways. Who had we become, we were the aliens that would kill one another. We made it work though and in the end,
Holding the key to solve your problems can be a self defeating practice wandering lost at the beginning- your on a path that, its unseen destination, seems out of reach- two steps ahead of you lies the final quest the beckoning of the journey’s path is whispering in your subconscious.
“In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my
own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every
one is sign’d by God’s name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that
wheresoe’er I go,
Others will punctually come for ever and ever.”—
-there is a grandmother, a mother that is not mine serving me food.
Taking away my hunger she tells me that it would be my death not to eat a proper meal.
Where my home is, no one feeds me no one takes care of me, and it’s by choice that my solitary confinement holds me captivated.
My thoughts wander, to justice, to liberty to man-
there must have been a need to come together, there must have been a need in the state of nature. To band together, for safety, to be one of many against the forces that are out of control- but the thoughts escape to the evils of man, to the evils beyond family, beyond the needs of survival.
Starving will not be the death of me and to die at the same age god’s son died would be ostentatious. Being did not come from the state of nature, from the anarchy of the wild- our beings are allocated into a postmordial human chaos.
In reaction, to understand humans we must reject the idea that we are social animals. Isolation will allow for a universal understanding of the other.
when things began choice was easy, and nothing could stand in the way of the green light, the will of power. And mistakes were made over and over new scenarios and many more layers of errors in terrors-