human evolution

The idea of evolution is simple.

Darwinism, those species that were able to evolve or adapt to changing circumstances were the ones that would survive and those who weren't equip or rendered 'evolutionary dead-ends' were destined to die.

If you're in a camp with a bunch of campers and a bear attacks, you don't have to be faster than the bear. You only have to be faster than the slowest camper.



by Michael Ruppert. 'Collapse' (2009)

theirs but to do and die,

half a league, half a league,
half a league - onward,
all in the valley of death
rode six hundred:

'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said;
into the valley of death
rode six hundred.

'Forward the Light Brigade!'
was there a man dismay'd?
No tho' the soldiers knew

Some one had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.

Into the valley of death, rode six hundred.


by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. "The Charge of the Light Brigade"

fall of the arisen, part two

similarity in difference, chapter thirty-two


This building stood for greatness for generations. Brilliance over brilliance for brilliance. Along these halls stood faces each different from the other, placed for their successes way beyond human expectations. Laid anonymous except for those who seek us.

In the center of the foyer stood a bronze and copper plaque, which said:

Our wisdom bear burdens to these walls and our knowledge shall lay bear our liberty - our stability.

Or at least, that's what they told me it translated to. Archaic.

-

So you were shunned; at no one's fault but you're own.

The winds felt calm up here; like a light but chill spring breeze balanced from the hint of warmth luminescence of the sun. The only reason of my presence up here are but merely as a temporary overseer - ruler by pen, as they say.

And you stood there; for the last time.

"Do you want me to explain?" You plead.

I gave you nothing but a faint sigh. Hmmph.

"I didn't want to . . ." You tried to continue, stopped as I turn to face you.

"You act as if I cared. We were there.

In the face of everyone here, you spoke so confidently, so convinced. In every word, you stood your ground. Base only but from a whisper of a right-hand, you spoke in tear-shed and sorrow.

Betrayal. Lies really.

There was no betrayal, in fact the only presence for the idea of betrayal began right after you mentioned it. And when you were called upon, you denied everything. Deciding to point finger to the liar despite words you said weeks before.

The coup never existed - never began. You created the coup, you created your own betrayal."


written by M. edited by I.O.
"based on Eon Rose and Methodical."

brunch with genii

cappuccino. three chairs and two moleskins.

-

"Do you believe in alternate universes/dimensions?" You said. the physicist.

"I guess so. In theory, it's plausible." I replied. in mind - sure I'll bite.

"You're right, in theory that is.

The common perception of alternate dimensions where everything is a complete opposite of the current existence around us (black is white, white is black) and that these dimensions are separated from the ones we live in. That's one theory.

However, there are some physicists that actually believe these dimensions aren't separated at all. Instead, in our understanding, there are actually infinite number of dimensions that overlay one another to form this web of eclectic change. " You explained.

"So in a way, they're linked?" I asked; in a vague attempt at understanding.

You moved closer towards the table and open your moleskin to a blank page where a blank Lamy pen was sitting, ready to be scribbled.

"Yes and No.

While they are basically slight vary from one existence to another, there are some that could be affected by a drastic occurrence and some wouldn't. Nevertheless, the change could be very minuscule but otherwise similar in any other way possible.

Would you like an example?"

You looked at me with a page filled with circles linked resembling the Olympics logo.

I nodded with a crooked smile as you quickly turn the page and began scribbling. sure.

"Okay. Hmm..

As a child, I've always had a passion for math and science, you know that. (Yup.) But I've always had a keen interest in engineering and how things work mechanically and had never pursue that interest.

In theory, in another dimension, I did.

Or another example,

You know how we couldn't decide whether to go here or that other place you wanted to show me but we ended up heading here because it closer. (Mhmm.)

In theory, everything lead up to that moment was exactly the same but we ended up going to the Thousand Blend, the place you wanted to show me." You said as you stared at me with high eyebrows in hopes I finally understood.

"So what you're saying is every decision, every possibility, every left instead of right turns,

Everything that could/should/would have happened, did happened somewhere?"

I replied.

"Precisely." You nodded.


written by I.O.

p.s. "So there's a dimension somewhere out there where Hitler could be ruler of the world?" M said.

and so we were summoned; as counselors, arbiters.

"We are different, in almost always every way possible.
The few similarities that we have is that we were taught to listen. To just listen."

-

Sometimes it seems that we weren't given the choice to choose what we learn. But we do, actually.

In school, we're driven. Pointed to a direction, the people who bestowed us there pray that we remember the steps we took along the way. For the most part, we do remember. However, when the time comes for us to recall them and we can't, it's not that we don't know it, it's just that we choose to remember things that we want to remember.

As counselors, we were taught many things.

We were taught never to judge and while that we are entitled to our opinions, at the end of the day, we're not facing their horrors of life. Or at least, not yet.

We were taught to understand. While some actions may seem condemned, we are there to understand their perspectives and their standings. For darkness is not evil, until we believe it is.

We were taught to listen. For them to tell us their stories, the least we could do is listen - an outlet. And we do ask questions, we're only to ask for a clearer picture, elaboration or their opinions.


There's one thing we're not taught. Instead, there's one thing we are meant to believe.

We're meant to believe that there is goodness in everyone; that everyone has the right to a second chance.

but we know that's a lie.


M

there is no blood in betrayal

Lies are a common part of life;

it's the 'archivist for three years' we place in our resumes,
it's the stories we tell kids to avoid them from harm,
it's that 'why yes i am a doctor' pick up line we use every Friday night.

We use it all the time, for both good and evil - it exists.

For the most part, it means no harm. Its purpose is to withheld the truth and we all know that. The moment it becomes harmful is when we choose to believe it; the moment the lie becomes the truth is the moment when we decide to fool ourselves.

Like an idiot chasing a mirage while completely aware of the mirage itself.

So the moment YOU chose the confident liar over the stuttering truth, it's the moment you choose to live a lie.


Cheers.

fall of the arisen, part one

morning after, chapter twelve

They said to me, close your eyes long enough and you'll see the world spinning (in chaos).

-

I woke up to witness the sun beaming between the blinds, pulsating due to the rapid cloud movements of Melbourne's spring weather.

Sat up at the side of my bed with my hands covering my face. Headache; as words from previous agendas echo over. and over,

I felt betrayed..

. . . someone who has done so much and trusted upon.

. . . 'a mutiny' of ten including one of us.


My head still trying to wrap over the idea of what just happened, more importantly, why. There was a time when we were called 'elites' (elitists).


November first.

And so we were gathered.

Usually something of this significance would be the result of a face-to-face meet but in the light of this urgency, I attended in a digital way that my era had provided with - webcam. Bear in mind that gathering of this sorts does not occur commonly, so when we were summoned, we expected melancholy.

Though my presence was more of a formality than actual necessity, what was told had more questionable assumptions than actual rationality. It was not a question of who was wrong or right but which story had more holes and false providence than the other.

"one of you." she said. one of us.


written by I.O.