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Aria Jenneth
Caldari
Ghost Festival
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Posted - 2008.08.22 03:15:00 -
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Turn your tail to the lights, to tritanium walls, to warmth and comfort, to love and hope and life. Ignite your thrusters, build to speed, and let the warp slide the universe around you.
The gas sphere swells, a hundred terrestrial worlds' volume in vapors ringed in rock and ice. Feel the microwarp shiver as it drags you across a shattered moon's dust, the kick and clatter of stone and ice on your shield, the barest brush of sand.
Thousands, millions, billions of years those particles have swirled and spun, and what a laughable mark your passage has left in a circular, particulate plane the width of worlds.
Were the terrestrial spheres purged in fire, were multicellular life across the very cluster reduced to radioactive ash and vapor and the thin films of the terrestrial atmospheres purged from their spheres, still this grave of dust will spin. And what will it care, for all the death we have wrought? What will it have to say of all the destruction we have brought upon ourselves?
Dive past, glide among the scattered stones, and tell me what the ice and rock knows of loyalty.
The warp charges; the universe slips.
The star's corona streams past as you settle above the burning center of the system's well, a pelting electromagnetic hail lashed outwards from the plasmic cauldron below, a radioactive gale: sunlight on your skin.
This star has shined for the Raata, for the Gallente, for the Amarr, for the Matari, for the Jove, and for whoever came before. It would shine for the Sani Sabik, as well, and for Sansha's dismal paradise.
As the solar breeze caresses your hull, say what knows the star of good, and what of evil?
Out again, to the edge, the black beyond the spheres, the cold gap where corona diminishes away and radioactive wind is the mere light-year whispers of parted suns.
The nothing sucks at your skin, the pressure in your guts surging against the barrier, pressing out into the void. A fault, a single breach, would rob the breath from your tubes, drain the lives within you into the killing near-nothing. Lie at rest there, and feel the regulating pulse of the ship's systems, the steady rhythms that sustain your life and that of your crew.
Look out between the stars, through the lens of your camera-eyes, and tell me what that void knows of justice.
So return to that speck, that thin bubble of life and light. Disconnect, take a shower, read, relax-- do what it is you do. Go to a live-staffed cantina, have a drink amid love and laughter. Look at the woman who brings you your food, and ask yourself: what does she know of you?
What the ice and rock know of loyalty is only what the stones of the battlefield have ever known-- the same as the stones beyond.
The star knows of good and evil only what the sun shining on atrocity or on charity knows, lacking eyes.
What the void knows of justice is the same as the wind your meat has breathed throughout your existence, and it is no more deadly to the contents of your vacated innards than that.
And what the human who feeds your body knows of you is little more than any of these-- which is all, if you are wise, that you wish her to know.
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Silver Night
Caldari
Naqam
Exalted.
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Posted - 2008.08.22 06:00:00 -
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An interesting and enjoyable piece Ms Jenneth.
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The Clown Man.
GLS Mr. State
Caldari Patriot.
Sansha's Nation Supporter
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Kai Zion
The Zion Accounts
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Posted - 2008.08.22 07:07:00 -
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Strange...I recently found myself conversing with suns, in a way.
You do have a way with words that inspires envy, Miss Jenneth, although I do wonder about that final line.
It's interesting that you could switch "human" and "body" around and arrive at another one of your...philosophies. I'm not sure I like where either one leads.
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Myrhial Arkenath
Ghost Festival
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Posted - 2008.08.22 08:09:00 -
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I had to let the words sink in a little after reading this piece, but I see now how it fits in with the rest.
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Kimochi Rendar
Ghost Festival
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Posted - 2008.08.22 10:32:00 -
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I find this beautiful and chilling at the same time..
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Stitcher
Caldari
Duty.
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Posted - 2008.08.22 10:54:00 -
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Edited by: Stitcher on 22/08/2008 10:55:02
I always enjoy your writing, Aria.
In my opinion, however, the opinions of the suns and planets are worthless, for they will never share them with us (if, indeed, they can have one at all). It's not what the void knows that counts... it's what we know.
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Lt. Verin "Stitcher" Tarn-Hakatain. |
Veron Daerth
Amarr
Blood Meridian
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Posted - 2008.08.22 13:21:00 -
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Incredibly well done, Ms. Jenneth, you have given me much to consider.
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Darina Rea
Naqam
Exalted.
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Posted - 2008.08.22 14:32:00 -
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 Originally by: Stitcher
In my opinion, however, the opinions of the suns and planets are worthless, for they will never share them with us (if, indeed, they can have one at all). It's not what the void knows that counts... it's what we know.
Have to agree, and even add that what we do with that knowledge counts aswell.
Also, I don't like this piece. It's to difficult with bringing out any point. It's floating in the void not going anywhere, if you excuse the pun.
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Camperific
Es and Whizz
Hedonistic Imperative
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Posted - 2008.08.22 14:43:00 -
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A very Enjoyable piece,captures the allure of space perfectly.
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Sallera Zephyr
Ghost Festival
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Posted - 2008.08.22 16:10:00 -
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"All that you wish her to know..." So very true, isn't it? I wonder, do they try? Do they think they can know us, or are we already too distant to be the subject of such contemplation? Out here, justice is very much what we make of it, yet they lack that freedom, that sense of... chaos? ...spirits only know what I'm trying to say.
But it is the void that drives us, isn't it? We see more of it than any other, and perhaps those that lose themselves have seen a little too well the things it represents.
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Esna Pitoojee
Amarr
Heavily Utilized Mechanic Mayhem
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Posted - 2008.08.23 00:49:00 -
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A quite thoughtful piece...
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Say "Amarr ships suk, lol." I dare you.
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Tishlin Veredici
Armada.
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Posted - 2008.08.23 07:04:00 -
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Originally by: Kai Zion
Strange...I recently found myself conversing with suns, in a way.
I've had some very interesting conversations with all sorts of things, but usually only during the down-swing of some cheap combat boosters.
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Karanth
Gallente
Eve's Brothers of Destiny
FOUNDATI0N
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Posted - 2008.08.24 22:54:00 -
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I hope everyone realizes that this works in reverse all too well. I can fathom the stars nearly as well as the humans who populate the stations and planets, and even my own ships.
Make me pretty!
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Izanami Rei
Caldari
Achmed Fleet
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Posted - 2008.08.31 21:28:00 -
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It is said that within each atom lies other galaxies, that the void between the stars and planets is no different from the void between Electrons and Posetrons or the room in a spiral of DNA.
And perhaps that means that something as simple as scratching your arm, in another timespan, means the destruction of uncountable amount of sentient beings and the birth of another star, in another world.
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BloodBird
Gallente
Tactical Freedom Alliance
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Posted - 2008.09.01 08:41:00 -
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Originally by: Izanami Rei
It is said that within each atom lies other galaxies, that the void between the stars and planets is no different from the void between Electrons and Posetrons or the room in a spiral of DNA.
And perhaps that means that something as simple as scratching your arm, in another timespan, means the destruction of uncountable amount of sentient beings and the birth of another star, in another world.
I hope for our sakes this is not correct. I don't think we will ever know either way, but just imagine it.
Skin-cells are constantly re-grown, hair allways grows, old flicks of skin allways falls off.
If by this very natural proccess we exterminate entire existances, the mere though might turn some humans insane, or bring about a sick urge to play god in others, more sadistic of humans.
I'm not sure we need any more, of either category. But then again, I find it highly unlikely this could possibly be the case. It is though, strange to think of.
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