Merlin 2:19 The Saracen Empress

Merlin 2:19 “The Saracen Empress”

The sin and sacrifice is worth without use, the worst of worthless withal, wherewithal pensive recompense intense to fray forayed thru present tense into the tenets of penury foraged for naught but successfully reckless abandon in the midland. The dregs of society have virtue in their blood and sweat on their brow, just as wives tend to sows there are men to guide the plows in the fields, and from the rows where the crop grows a forest to foliage for the fowl and fawn, royal and of utmost regency in the realm. In passing a covetous spell hastily cast has to and fro come and gone disparate to magic of instance, insomuch, saving the fields from fire offended the cumbersome manna, which endeavors henceforth Merlin’s retirement a slighted recovery all the same.

For this the myriad wizard wears a pointed hat with the garret hanging toward his nape accompanying a wide soft brim around his head that hides his eyes of countenance and exhaustion. Slouched and low in the saddle he rustles with the slow gait of the horse, both with little more than flighty instinct.

More endeavoring is the pert Troy, a skin of white taught of leather drawn and dried over bones and borne, without stitch or seam or wrinkle betwixt the outmost, an utmost zeal skeins of vitriol and vitality, he walks without tiring pace for pace with the others who are mounted upon trusty steed. Fade does every quarrel of party and perception around the binary fixture that are the couple betrothing, an invincible candle and a tawdry firebrand. The phoenix remains unnamed the same, playful and irreverent with obedient dissonance for whitened Troy as its master and furtive with Ana’s tarry of torrid fiery avocations, a luck of haste by fate that the gallant bird ever quite larger than the days prior often does not eat even the slightest scraps, unfettered by reluctance if ushered, but the flora grows without patience in its valiant presence.

Complicit to the growth of any plant asunder heavens rays of days with nights that rain, as well complains and squawks in feign, complete to nourish, for the meals are scarce at summer’s nigh wry, with respect to the cats and the crows pillaging their prey the dark is growing most and the days are not in the autumn effect.

In the distance thru the tallest shadow spires and the most golden sunlight desires an axe canst be heard with concatenate echoes explicably drawing attention, a clearing in the tallest trees, a distant morning star becomes the breeze that beacons brightly heavy over this forest of conifer, without other tree once removed a hearty man chops a tree felled by time.

Merlin: “How do you do?”
Woodsman: “How do you do.”
Merlin: “How goes you by your town lad?”
Woodsman: “Oh…keen ’bout a league by steed or three by feet of your pale friend, the path is old and the steps are new.”

The woodsman leers with his hand over his eyes to block the sun as he leans to better see Troy, hiding in his hood in this foreign wood.

Nick: “Wherefore this log, canst thou spy a forest for the trees?”
Woodsman: “Better practice heretofore not a lattice, thence of better roots, by order this kindred kindling.”
Ana: “To thence your town?”
Woodsman: “Yon,” he begins to point “over…damnation!”

The woodsman in happenstance has made his glance an awestruck poring, spotting the phoenix tall as he in the distance smaller, yet formidable by dearth of muscular poise. Differently displayed concerned of contempt, an avid bloody fire with gleaming orange now radiates not, a smoldering ash color with raven afterfeather down, fill mix of river clay and nightshade, protection from the predator armies that can see in color.

Troy: “…It doesn’t like you to stare.”
Woodsman: “A thousand apologies, my task is errand a felled tree to fuel the fete, unbeknownst ignorance my lieges.”
Merlin: “Good a party.”
Woodsman: “I hadn’t thought more than whit, waiting for the wagons, seemed thee only foreigners.”
Ana: “Where is the castle boy!?”
Woodsman: “Yon two creeks often straight ere the way, on right the river path the same cathedral.”
Merlin: “Very good, elder.”
Woodsman: “By your leave your graces.”

The woodsman bows as they slowly walk anew toward forward through the clearing into the woods again and with what they trek toward the beaten path, Merlin still low brow in the sunset but ad caveat his affluence, a gold coin tossed with a sound of spin against his thumbnail in the cusp of the wind lands in the tall glade grass. In the deep of forest they witness measure of the old ways, with crudity athwart the border’s edge the actions of an old religion has put decedents in the trees, wise of their wit to worship the crows that warn of the need to repel borders.

A town nearing city size surrounds a castle without high wall, years of encampment built upon it surround, a suffrage nonetheless practical of commerce between the cathedral and the lands, capital gains have escaped only descent paths, any affront on the bastion would need to first navigate the jagged town roads that surround a fanciful fortitude. Daggers of arrows and hammers of axes thwart innate serene dexterity with tabular and flank confrontation, but in silence and inaction, the town is near vacant lest to task without cede, scallions and drunkards remnant due to the elsewhere wedding ceremony. For at this very moment the Saracen witch Etain, called upon by name Eden under fiat has just married King Ragnar son of Roeke, for this to which they stand upon the outward balcony of the high court in praise and appraisal of love’s revival over most lavishly coiffed subjects celebratory among the festivities, festooned with joyous resolve. A slight of the pastures as they turn inside for their preparations before the gala, in the fields at the trees by the passing time Merlin and the wayward others travail good speed, unseen by the newly crowned Saracen empress.

The rote commencement is an eschewing temporal behavior as a young display of dandy patriotism, a field of political neophytes and perennial succors resenting contest of elitism socializing with each other.

Merlin: “The old youthful tiresome rouse.”
Ana: “But Merle, you’re young!”

In a grand hall for the purpose of festivities he turns-about, the mirrors on the heavy doors reveal potency from the days of potion and rest, his beard gone, his hair short, observing the treasures of gold and gems as so many bricks and pebbles, looking upon the finest silken robes as tattered rags, he shakes himself from his wayfarer garb. What falls to the floor is a stipend of fashion, turned invective less than a modicum he wears a white cloth attire befit the enterprise of his youth, the seams and hems leather unintentionally, a remnant of his haste.

Posterior hokum finds him brushing the strips clean of his clothes, in prideful artifice magically pulling a glass of Chardonnay from the shadows behind his back and a rose from behind his hand, swooning the first unattended maiden he might chat and flirt, she takes the glass from him, drinks it, and throws it to the floor his whisper randy enough to make her blush, he tosses the flower to the floor as they begin an intimacy that would probably make the nearby children blush if the scene were not grandiose with dancing and festivities in the homiletic concerted fete, too fast to enjoy the accord or perish the thought, as they are lifted and drift into the tall curtains of the balcony. Late arriving, Troy enters dressed as ever the same but without the burlap, staunchly resembling a tenured baron whom at first site each distal servant brings him salver upon drinks resting to be his sate. He passes through them eager to drink, feast, and jest.

Nick: “Coat room?”
Ana: “Cloak room.”
Nick: “We need coats for the next trick.”
Ana: “Aye love.”

The servants are young and strong, soldiers of the realm as spies of the event in servant disguise, the ink beneath their skin looks as vines and leaves of myrtle peering over collars and sleeves. The lush inebriation of debasement proper to the personations of deputation, it were scruple leavened into privy vehement resulting in the exeunt of drunkard hast warrant when their shoes slip the floor in steps that their minds hath not made. A life of promiscuity of ideals, the dolorous old maids and nubile lasses, of kings and townies and tapsters surfeit, stupendous drinking in the face of the very law decreed in the cathedral paces beyond the hall as if it were the zodiac year’s eve of Hallowmas. As the generations soak the sin, biting laws athwart, strike and gall the constituents of evil votaries shouting ‘ho’ and ‘huzzah’, in the presence of the prioress. Essayed, justly storming into solitude, foist assays in parcel bawd, varlets, varmint and vermin, question of drabs that are in low service to the king.

A sleek and suspicious lot whom forego unknowing as to his knights are not the best of liked by the servants. The anger shows itself to Ana and Nickolas who cannot intervene at first sighting. Approach them to the cloak room, in passing by the gift hall, knave knights with buckler swords and halberds block the doors to priories and private abode and servants approach them to seek their gifts so that they may place them, upon receive gracefully amended to the collection.

Knave: “His majesty is glad to have your presence.”
Nick: “Without doubt I’m sure, just are we to have been so well received.”

The servant stands in leering wait, without adieu but amassing swallowed reluctance Nickolas pilfers his own vestment for his silver.

Nick: “I’ve given him my third cousin’s land, but since I love him so, you can toss this to the lot.”
Ana: “Ever the prosperous yet generous my lord.”
Knave: “Excellent sir.”
Nick: “We’ve lost the guest room good boy.”
Knave: “That way sir passed the cloak room.”

The couple departs, leaving unbearably fashionable with Nickolas, a better of fair weather thieves, needing consolation for posthumous donation, behind them the knave peeks into the pouch to see the silver only to stop by fear when one of the guards puts his hand to his sword and scornfully shakes his head. To the cloakroom they go and at arrival ask from the door for the largest fur coats in the room, when questioned Nickolas hops the half-door and takes to threat by knife and neck, insisting upon compliance that she be given her coat first, than he of delayed modest selection. It is off for them in elusive retreat to private quarters.

Entreat anent by the queen’s hap, as inked servants attend the guests in slacking primness, Etain acts not as the convulsive involuntary startling of a surprised person, but a despondent listless queen excellently blending into a scene where lieges often seem disappointed by luxury and condescending without their fascinations.  Drinks a plenty the floor if full of talkers and quibblers, the paths to the recesses of the gala are rank with patronage, and the balcony set full of the royals enthralled by factitious cares and superfluously coarse labors of fete, consumed by haste in effort to prove they have never learned what pride is. The servile minions are too busy to talk poring and pouring as ardent support who in the benefit of doubt initiated recruitment of sociable interests with cordials, delicate handling thus tender treatment whetted slough.

King: “Lest there be another desire of yours I would like to make a toast.”
Etain: “As if you could kill time without injuring eternity my love."

Etain smiles and offers her hand to his and rises to put an arm around his front and the other behind him and stands with him as they approach the balcony. The distant thoughts and meditations are interrupted moments before the king takes to the balcony, magic candles that cannot expire by slow gusts of wind and the potion of concoction full of charm he sermons a melody of hill and dale.

King: “Hardly so well, the worlds of ages, nay, repentant an irresistible voice inviting into the shadows…” a silence calms the crowd, “on alert nigh, reverencing amassed spectacle, trouble and anxiety through the midst of an outlying civilization is a gross misconception, had there been a need for improvements to this kingdom I would not have wed Etain, whose love beckons me as her beauty slays me,” he admires her for a moment, “and now I ask you to drink to the health of the Queen.”

Etain with a respect for modesty bows courteously to the crowd, which greatly pleases them, she joins him close at the railing with her hand beneath his, a confusing look of pity and pithy crosses her face as he begins to speak.

King: “We must enjoy these times afforded to those who destroy the savageness poverty philosophy would not fend for life and not till, impurity usurped by our hardiness, which I’m sure our intellect is wont to complain as the night ensues, but you are my guests, we need music for these festivities to continue!”

At the first note wherefore the music resumes the gala rejoices and cheers of ‘huzzah’ goes once around from his knights, and the robust joy fills the walls while the balcony holds the first dance of newlyweds. Courtiers and kinships of mere conformity, possibly the progenitors of a nobler race enervates the rich food, the grandeur of splendid ornament, finer and more abundant lavish rags than the wedding dresses of pagans, numerous intrepid fires and incessant superfluities of a gauche toil and pillage. The fruit below heaven in the air and light, golden on the autumn afternoon and warm within the hall, esculents dross thus confined of magnificent and costly bonds and lash, pardoned obscurities and subtle infirmities that match the enterprises of tyrants and young maidens assisted the colloquialism circumspect by this new advantage of the state that holds a reluctant place in hearts of fealty.

A castle of courtesy and collegians promenade as Merlin and the dame caress in the field, eating fruits, chatting and peeling layers with few cares. The moonlight is high and the fire low while the quiet night air surrounds the castle through which the windows reveal all, their wealth having sold interest to themselves watched by their inevitable demise. Intelligence reports of the public are surely sewn, the city dwellers are at the fest being watched by the servants or sleeping in the city under guard of their fellows. The manna dissolved in the day’s sun fills the air and fuels the fires, unrelievedly in parity she dances appearing happy as a charlatan leader of a violent caste, a jovial clan from moonlit bravery of plundering raids through the countryside for many twelvemonths, the thoughts of which flash Etain’s mind. She dances in whimsical patterns of dissident dismay as her beastly counterparts in black ties and trimmed attires are draped in flattened wear carrying horderves with sharply flat wares close beneath their bodice, tattoos beneath their hair almost blending into pitch nature.

Areal barbarous adversaries are many in numbers and growing impatient, covered in cape or gown, and leather ties as seems of lively armor, wicked wielders fortified in primal fear, in turn formerly almost solely time in eternity yearning boughs of fortune, suspicious eyes for vicious lies. The servants watching at the cadre of breathtaking soldiers of fortune, born in the years of earned hated by the keepers of hollow ground, the temporary luster of cadence and riddles weighing heavy on the hearts of insurrection. Fury and disgrace masked by ceremonies of cant and wont indelibility’s mercantilism. In the fields where shepherds foster and fields prosper, lodging in the field watching nothing of the night that ravens often gather and have upon a separate yore, with something odd afoot it is not likely. Inner solemnity of all saints rests with better faction pedantically anent their impatience. 

A wall curves toward the main floor holding embraced banisters of two stairways lee to the balcony that addresses beyond the king’s quarters, from there the effeminate wives and surly yeomen occupy couches and sofas, drinking private reserves of scotch and other blends, adorned by clothes brightly soaked in blood, lavender, honey, and jade.

And so with the pronouncements of civilization and society combined on this day of days approaches Milton, behind him follows Claus and Ryan.

Claus: “We must make them by this.”
Milton: “There are spies among tonight’s audience.”
Ragnar: “Then bring them to my quarters.”

King Ragnar clumsily spilled red wine as his cup hit the leather map on the oak ring cut table.

Ryan: “I’m afraid there are too many to compel, my liege.”
Ragnar: “You’re surely saying that you cannot make them purchase the campaign.”

The lieutenant royalist’s pauses fill of apprehensions as the regent king twists to serve his thirst uninhibited by full sobriety.

Ragnar: “Platitudes if ever…with even a few violent ragtag still out there, it is unfounded in principle?”
Clause: “It bears certain that two small ones where I list between here and Celadon, had come to see tither who is here hard by, and I have felled them in the shadows, here they carried these sod awful potato daggers.”

Ragnar gave his kingly duty to overtly fight the danger, he gracefully pointed to another place on the map for his royal mercenary guards in the room in the brisk shadow silence.

Ragnar: “I wish to try not getting between people and their principles,” he speaks with his finger on a path from the map, “then we will make them another way both sides like heavy flank, Royce have them show you from the tower side, and I will slay from the chapel.”

The leader of the private guard motioned, and the sentries in the room hustle and tighten their gauntlets as the door closes, instantly the silence was shaking with intensity light the avid lightning caught fettered in mist. The kings flak jacket adorned the voice of Etain speaks to him as he takes up his sword.

Etain: “You’ll learn of the error of your false reality!”
Ragnar: “Nonsense my love, they will be forcibly removed through the large doors,” his sleeves into leather riding armor, “so that their coward allies waiting in the fields will see them in the trees and you will go to safety. I will be fine and return to your salaciously lures of me and my fate.”

Etain snapped her fingers and the sitting servants, young men and women, spousal and obsequious, rise and attack the king’s men only to take the weapons of their victims and turn attentive to Ragnar. The conspiratorial totalitarian is removed from the scene and put to the reality that lies before him, known are his allies and his foes with only the latter to know reprieve.

Etain: “Walk with me in hell?”
Wynn: “What should we do with him?”

Etain’s fingers flame, noting that she would do her worst and a devilish smile of content. Ere a fall man heretofore ken liken to salvation in his own eyes an old tyrant with truant malevolent spirit had turned a new leaf only to have it burned by the autumn witch, and the king’s trust having betrayed him

Etain: “Mine behest of evil methinks refrain twixt to say lest decry, nor corrupt mine ears, nor desecrate mine eyes to humor zealous vanity.”
Ragnar: “Guard your troves, alas, immortal evils only sleep.”
Etain: “Impious Pharisee, intent to crucify, seeking fresh martyr, and a desperate blamer covered in lavish possession, your moments are now few.”
Ragnar: “Sanctimonious treachery ekes from the mistaken heartlessness of the sinister sedition & occult anarchy, arcane prey waxes sacrifice.”
Etain: “In the shadows of flowers the sunlight is dying.”
Ragnar: “Hemlock will poison thine soul, shadows will damage thine mind…dark matter consumes the firelight, to see the forest for the trees.”
Etain: “Your slaughtering hunting methinks, 'tis reminiscential thence olden Salem witch trials.”

His hope eternal burns in limbo as her treason punishes the warlord deceitfully as she begins citing she slides across the floor as if thin air to block his escape then speaking into his eyes as she drifts to his dismay.

Etain: “Your worthless warmongering, extortion of courage to placate the girthing vassals, for the widows given orphans and fathers made bastards, to what you hoped was the exodus of magic in your persecution.”
Ragnar: “By path of the spirits wild of idle worlds, for you are most wicked feiticeira.”
Etain: “A fire to life guiding these Saracen and a life to fire you were not going to fulfill.”
Ragnar: “…I beseech thanking a thousand times for every deviant bastard slain…bruja…wrach…”

Etain points fingers from each hand to her henchmen Wynn and Jacobi and the others and then to the king, her assassins hold the king’s arms though he struggles in valence, the closed and isolated room with heavy curtains keeping the king from his communists and courtesans asleep or dead in the city, as he pleads she does not listen, but thusly tells him his felony.

Etain: “For you our bid will be death. For your sedition you will forever be shunned in the hearts & halls of the honored fallen, there's no honor among thieves, even if idolaters. Immense power and sinister motive is the only truth of a liar. There is no honor amongst criminals. What good is power if you don't know how to use it?”
Ragnar: “The false society of men, for earthly greatness, all heavenly comforts rarefy to air."
Etain: “What if I were to burn it?”
Ragnar: “But I have created this great palace!”
Etain: “If only it were so easy to create noble men and kings...kill him”

An arrow lets from bow and line into the king but her dagger to open his neck hammered as others hold him, the widowing empress walks and sets afire to all she touches and more out of physical reach, until there is nothing but gasping walls and windows bathed in sacred fire, and then she burns it. Jacobi as archer holds the king’s bow as he walks to the burning curtain, he pulls aside the brazen fabric without worry of fire ever damaging him and he ties a strip of cloth while it burns in his hands, around the arrowhead and fires it from the window into the city. The empirical bloodshed glares illustriously on her face among the growing flames and glaring eyes.

Jacobi: “Something taken is soon earned, spell caster.”

The king lies dead and striving to breathe through the blood and the broken heart, Etain still seems in torpor, her order is a chaos long in the making.

Etain: “The return said and done that relies on this affair…the fires of Saturn share sympathy for our strife…we now burn this depraved hall.”

Her dream is an identity in a fantasy a complicit heresy to reality, oft entreat to gather even then, lower than yon abatement to defeat greed with swathes of irony, the wiles of the libertine's decay on display and reckless henceforth bequeathed of disparately fated path with sickly desire at wit's end transgresses logic, hypocrisy and lunacy by fanatics of a heresy met with contempt found solely anon doth not trace the deepest betrayal. The winds of orison flee this trouble cast on shadows of good deeds and good doers as the servants of haute insurrection begin the pernicious fetch of avocation ignoble and battle dost the arrant knights of errand fealty to the despot in extremity. A powerful lack of wit they fight for regency against a new reign of old rein that knows not how many they fight for freedom.

The chaos begins on the proclivities, as the king’s men who can escape entanglement of the invasion chase Etain but she holds out the palm of her hand and a fire leaps from her hand, an arcane fire skirmishing when Ana finds Etain in the ballroom. Ana an ancient spellbinder is a firebrand, but Etain burns the flammable drinks and explodes every bottle and keg, serving as distraction to escape through the shrapnel and smoke. An abetted soi-disant invective in a sordid approach, a storm with the air of chaos, with one battle cry and one scream from across the room knells the groupthink into panic, the infantile dichotomous thinking cotton to disapprobation. Only tyranny grows in the passages of blood, the children more so to escape as their parents in conservative measures are felled as martyrs consigned to share the king’s fate.

Troy has been outside on a bet for coin tosses by the stables, which proved a fight of drunken men fortunately he has won and now drinks comradely with both the spies and liars. In the reaped fields where corn once stood Halle passes, her aura frightens the stately phoenix as she goes unnoticed, passing hidden behind things of stables and boarded walls through the fodder. As Troy jovially rejoices the master of ceremonies, he and his phoenix friend have an articulation beyond deciphering but visibly warm and cordial but the slight ovum of ash, as any rider would embellish their fond steed. Acquainted with disaster the insurgent ones hold the conversation by fascinatedly tethered fetters of a solemn grave yard shadow that walks the night earth. The signal of the fiery massacre brings about allies contaminating with deeds of darkness, expiating threnodies of secrecy, and thence their movement circumvents the castle perimeter to the stables whilst two Saracen soldiers approach steadfast.

Sol: “Transgressions of variety and common dwelling, kill your way to the king the final battle ensues.”

A permanent choir of melancholy desperate to teeth upon Troy, the dying moans of relic mortality are soon beholden to the battle mortification that succumb where soon only children will play, a scene of storm and weather in the distant dark night clouds ensigns the baying torture of invasion, the angry blades slay him in the full moon. The lauding disconsolate subordinates of chorus lament of either posterity or prose until largely loud enough in unison to invite the fears of the black forest, the unrepentant spirits wassailing outreach their breaths and gasping hold quorum, the festal journeyers of mirth as the terrible night winds howl whence fang and fervor finish to distend their paunches.

Sol: “Sweet intoxication never comes to drown the memory of the past.”

A once dead Troy raises to raze as an alder manic whose heart bleeds for edelweiss but not for short blades of terrorists, his eyes quaff the drought of dying, and a clarion thought holds as the clinic agrees with brave settler Troy walking determinately, as the spies of the invaders having slayed the knights have turned to Nickolas just as it is too late, a vengeful demonian treads staunchly as if his knees do not bend as swiftly he walks across the hay and puts the three surviving mercenaries low.

Halle paces the streets looking for indigence or luxury she stops to assess the greater details from a wiser distance before scarred hobo inasmuch oil as tattered rags.

Vagabond: “Neither more nor at the following, that it is said big worshipper of the time than to help you, nor hatred, nor about the following.”

Halle’s magic wields the winter wrath and only the shadows where the vagrant rests pains him ever so, like a dark and open door to the nether realm of cold and misery she turns her eyes to her victim to instill her scornful atrocity as frost aches his bones and blood. An immense cold to overpower even the simplest of faculties, causing early a shivering rage and eventually a deafening silence, precept of apotheosized retinue by the blights of shadows and the sounds of sleepless nights, the publicans flee from Etain’s tender mercies that any loyalist opposition will not afford, the halls covered in such as divans and sunshades, lo is become factitious to bolster the commons and dwelling houses.

Halle: “The prudence so to speak as for rude alas to-night a chilling tale not yet dissolved, the murk all colored dark of mystery saturation, hazy clouded sky commence the winter of man's delights!"

All this as Troy moves toward the ballroom, looking for where the trouble is, Merlin notices people fleeing, he makes his way into the castle, one side anent the next find him suspicious and try to seize him, but with the push of his hand a gust of air knocks them and their wearisome ceremonial garb to the ground, he passes the frozen haggard without noticing. Ana and Nick still yet are frolicking in a room, he in her dress and she in his trousers and overcoat worn backwards, abruptly a guard comes and urges them to take arms and leave the castle.

Knave: “Intruders purge your safety lord and lady.”
Nickolas: “Dispatch them away and I will soon join you,” says Nick boisterously.
Knave: “…”
Ana: “We had better see what the fuss is…”
Nickolas: “Do you think there’s a dress code?”

On the broadly empty yet body-strewn gala floor Merlin takes the breath from himself trying to cast a wind-spell that does not avert as Nickolas approaches from a dark hallway.

Nick: “Can I tear him down?”
Merlin: “Could you ever!?”

Merlin slips into a doorway as Nick fights a descent battle torrential at the lummox’s size. In the madness the lummox cuts down a palace loyalist with a large blade by one blow, though Nickolas achieves retributive justice at the lumberman soldier. There by the end of blows the stray servants are helping the giant man assay for the Saracen queen, not knowing the insurgents are her allies. Blind submission, inability to discuss, images not words more, by the calm there are few of Etain’s soldiers to take the castle, and fewer to defend it.

Ana walks a dark hallway dragging the fingers of her right hand on the wall as sparks of flint dance from the paths beneath her nails. In a gaudy overcoat she confronts Saracen warriors who mistake her for one of the debutants and intend to kill her. She has a battling of wits as she subverts them, three in all, one with cunning martial skills by his dagger into his own throat, the other two thwarted with the sword of the first, a flaming sword eventually glows while she fights and strikes through one sword, in a grapple his blade takes his own hand, and through the heart of the second soldier, while reaching forward piercing his chest he falls screaming, just as the other. The blade is red and malformed; she throws it on the handless soldier thoughtlessly, causing burning anguish and discomfort.

Ana: “Lesser men have tried with greater brevity.”

She notices a tattoo of a black rose on more than one of them then goes into the shadows. As Ana turns at the end of the hallway into the next Etain turns into the hallway from the other end, dragging a dagger shedding the same flint sparks approaching the dead or dying soldiers. When they try to speak to her through the bloodily vocals they are condemned, she turns their necks with her boots after sight of the red blade in paranoia.

Etain is in a small hallway toward the corrals when a young knave grabs her wrist, when she resists and coaxes her magical defenses he simply points to Merlin. She sees and the simple boy lets her go, she smiles with blood still on her face then runs quickly from him at her first chance, he passes the yellow boy with an old scar on his young face that drinks a bottle inclined by childish curiosity, but watches Merlin swiftly leave. Guards follow Merlin from the long end of the hall, looking dire to the boy in their passing by irreverently, unwarned they are set alight when the little local boy spills the alcohol, adds a candle to the mix, and runs laughing at them.

The Saracen guards following Merlin are confronted by the sister witch of winter, they do not know Halle from hegemony and wish to do heartless deeds, the first moves to strike her with a fist that she catches and frost burns his forearm, the second she taps on the forehead with her finger leaving a blue spot of extinct skin and a frozen mind causing him to fall dead. She turns the corner to watch Merlin, without the rebels following her. By either intellectual or moral depths she cannot follow him.

Merlin’s mind switches distinctive motives. His new goal is the stockyards and horses to where of swift pursuit and a leap from a window finally confronts Etain, shouting to gain her attention.

Merlin: “One cannot make what belongs to the afterlife happen here and now!”
Etain: “We will fight the heathens, do you remember?”
Merlin: “What creatures have you wrought on Hallows Eve?”
Etain: “Men who shaped the war, to march to terrible music.”
Merlin: “A long war ahead for those who fight them.”
Etain: “Turning point, I see no end or swing of the pendulum.”
Merlin: “The trees and the river, last of the might-have-beens”
Etain: “Keep solitary warlock, I warn you once, we will not cease.”

Nickolas bolts from the corridors and runs towards insurgents blocking the door, jumping to the chest of one, with both hands damning by dagger the one, and again the same a deathblow to the chest of the other.

Etain in magistrate fire approaches to watch the commotion or to battle, as Ana stands overhead at a window soon to join in the familial army of white magic, Nickolas waits for either of them to say something.

Merlin: “She will burn brighter hotter than your lover Nickolas.”
Nickolas: “Aft fewer bright lass have burned me I’ll be still scared of them and, not thee madam.”

When they finish their desultory pause Ana exits the door and joins the commotion, at thence Etain confronts them with a sun-spell and her pointed finger, a fire in the mind that brings a fever to their eyes and forces them all to their knees.

Etain: “There’s nothing wrong with a little bad religion, but when you’re ready, we must survive the day and then the shade.”

A carriage approaches and she enters and flees the maze of battle from the barn cove where the horses are broken in the winter, leaving them soon to be betrayed before their demise, the death in the air strikes distemper to Merlin and Ana, but serves only to suffocate Nickolas temporarily.

Nickolas: “Are you good?”
Merlin: “I was told revenge is best served cold.”
Nickolas: “Trace by steed before too long.”

With that Nick abounds by trusted steed after the Saracen empress, Troy exits the door and helps Merlin and Ana to their feet.

Merlin: “Troy seeks their leader, a woman, follow them bring him back here in one piece.”

Troy puts his hand to the air as though waving for a falcon, and in comes the phoenix with loud squawk in the air before a heavy landing. In vibrant color above the dark sinister colors bleak a prominent show in bright colors, a symbolic hope for a better future are depicted, equality is symbolized by grouped feathers aglow with the darkness and ash a fueling soot for the irradiant embers radiant of white youthful fire.

Troy: “To the victor go the spoils…Alerion!”

He holds the stirrup and brushes the phoenix’s shoulder while slapping the other and leaning as it and the rider vault into the air with a sweeping gust.

Ana: “It’s a rousingly clever name.”
Merlin: “Suffice it to say, let’s hope for more than the namesake.”

The dawn is in the west shedding respite and illuminating the chase along the trail to the vacant checkpoint at the north bridge, and Etain looks aback confused by the refuge and reverence of the hospice to seek the slumber wake. Alongside the wagon two riders, Jacobi and Wynn, accompany the caravan carrying booty and bounty hunters wearing what they could not plunder. The driver speeds but Etain puts her hand to his shoulder and shakes her head, she points her riders to the approaching Nickolas and her equestrians slow the chase to chaste him.

Doublespeak

["Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak, Courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen."
Sir Winston Churchill]

Political science is the same in literature as it is in theatre; the preface is too lengthy when the message is in the heart of the work. Enjoy this apophasis doublespeak and synecdoche encomium. Lately the turmoil in this world has grown, entitlement, of the unhealthy sort, is rampant. Though starkly unrealistic, we know that the communists dream big. While real protests for freedom have turned to bloody revolutions, fascist theocracies of many fashions murder their own, and a listless despondence loosely assembled as a protest blights America. A resentful socialist defiance roams the streets of my major cities; career fascist activists feed the lost-hearted and stoke the hatred by telling them that free luxury is forever at their disposal, they are rubes with traditional class warfare rhetoric, loathing the wealthy and defending the middle class while slandering conservatives. In fact, conservatives comprise the middle class, and the status of wealth in this country is long traditionally first generation acquired and difficultly kept. The first thing they want is revolution, yet the last thing they can do is understand it, never carrying a flag of this country they do not protect.

[“An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it.”
Mohandas Gandhi]

Communists blame republicans because as federalists they want people to be cattle. Taxes demean the greedy, conservatism demeans liberalism; the liberals fear war and laud reports of peacetime in mute victories for the purpose of slander based on evidence acquired by their victims. There is an old feud between the federalists and republicans in this country. The democratic-republicans had their republic but the federalists wanted a new nation, to which the democratic-republicans objected. Reluctantly accepting the democratic-republicans soon realized both the benefits of a federation and the dangers of the federalists who are never content with their power. This post federalist (post-modernism) stance is quite old and bears the name communism. In the time of the industrial revolution where federalists the world around began their greedy insurrection, they were unelected from congressional majority, but not before claiming the positions of the democratic-republican party, later the GOP would reemerge as Republican to protect human liberty from statists who ruse the public - having truncated the name to the democratic party. The American Dream runs from the balance of communists and the aid duly restricted by the wasted time fighting the federalists.

[“Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.]

Rebel against the liberal monopoly on freedom, refuse to pay for the luxury of domination, be a cowboy or an aborigine, tea party, republicanism is great in principle. Liberalism is the support of social reform and minority rights without need. It is the effort to reject the conventions of vocation, whereas creativity without morality is destructive to industry. Democracy protects children from anarchy and sarcasm is the paint of a political artist, the lies of such are implausible and plentiful yet vindictive of the first perceived flaw as proof of enmity, to bring fiction to the gullible and ironically avoiding ethics.

[“Despotism can only exist in darkness, and there are too many lights now in the political firmament to permit it to remain anywhere, as it has heretofore done, almost everywhere.”
James Madison]

When the mind races and the causes come to see if rapid eye movement is happening awake and searching the shadows, look to the light, be errant in the light.

[“Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art”
Andy Warhol]

Architecture must be an innovation of building or it is reflection of design, project communes have not style, resembling drone hives of mundanity.

[“For history does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid.”
Dwight D. Eisenhower]

A free market grows thus diminishing despotism, the communist goal and policy is to control and not promote, an educated person can break the monopoly of communism and soon attains responsibilities previously abused by the state. Chance favors the prepared, by government above, beyond, or chaotic, verify the validity of a good government that has a lot of bad problems, to be free from any number of any other system less than perfect. The populists have allies wherever a fool wants to be rid of competition, the secret weapon of totalitarianism is the anti-capitalist emotion of countless liberals rejecting both conservative and conventional values, and moderate sobriety. What a communist sells a consumerist buys, rational action is fueled by individual thoughts, the socialist is prey and the liberal is defenseless against target advertising, the survival of liberal socialism depends on the cunning of its deception. Consumerism seeks to expand power of entrepreneurs, republican democracy seeks to limit the punishment of success, and the opposition to enterprise is an assault on production the support of which is a battle for a lower standard of living.

[“It is much easier at all times to prevent an evil, than to ratify mistakes.”
George Washington]

The entitlement of free speech is only limited by debate, to imbue morals is logical if a liberal will not rear society, be concerned with the power of government and its origin but more so with the traitors and spies of communism, for they will not correct a problem they do not see. On a good day you’re lucky if costs aren’t over 3/5, lucky if you keep 40% at the end of the month, a federalist starts a country, a conservative keeps it.

[“A people free to choose, will always choose peace.”
Ronald Regan]

The American dream is life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, if the need for medicine exploits a system to insolvency then it must be resolved without limiting choice, offering patients a choice of doctors that is beholden to practitioner commissions is imbroglio.

[“This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.”
Dalai Lama]

Socially and legally the right to vote, to choose must exist, a government of the people counts less of slaves who are without vote, not because of any ethnological factor, for it would be the same absurdity as counting an inanimate object when districting and posting elected officials; inestimable. If you do not have a vote, a democracy, or a voice, you are a slave, in either county or country.

[“Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.”
Ayn Rand]

We are the rivals of the evil wars, the capacity of logic is greater than opposition to liberty and confines against it, combined. Republicanism is greater than communism and sedition combined. With oppression we are rivals in discovery and leadership, we deceive ourselves when expecting them to enjoy our survival.

[“He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals.”
Benjamin Franklin]

The economic-protectionism of Alexander Hamilton was wrong as it absolved war debts after independence revolutions but taxed states for their own debt; John Maynard Keynes’s consumerist fear of anemic consumption regarding individual savings accounts because it creates debt and includes a corrupt abuse of taxes, its flaw expounds a theory that saving will put an economy into withdrawal shock, surely the bureaucrats will be in shock because of the inability to withdraw taxes from the coffers for their profligacy, the notion is motivated by inclinations that the rate of private savings must be controlled; making the problem and selling the solution, the problem isn’t the desire for government but in forgetting its danger; Obama’s plan is seditious because it is federalist, designing a communist centralism when a republic already exists. United America needs democratic republicans, constitutional conservatives and foundation; political participation is the opposite of populist conflict.

[“A nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people.”
John F. Kennedy]

Without cause we first wait then explore, with need we earn and then achieve, the demand for revolution is not high, if it is the seekers of destruction are the problem and impedances that keep unrest uncivil. The human mind is that of a teacher and is the soul component shared with animals, as this facilitates reproduction of lessons in many topics the platitudes stray from feckless nature into proper wisdom, the era of serenity has come several times causing the desire to teach make our hearts begin domestication and husbandry of the beast. As society splits in two I dare suggest that the morally superior, humble without arrogance, be the shepherd of the lesser. Capitalism is not adventitious, benefits of communism are unsustainable, unstoppable it has no bad students nor punishes revisionists, and the enemy of this knowledge will be ignorant to survival.

["Arbitrary power is most easily established on the ruins of liberty abused to licentiousness."
George Washington]

Without indulgence acuity desists and populists begin destroying to protect a land they soon could not identify, diminishing the quality of life and taking without need. The cries of the feeble truly believe that the industry is bad because it does not bow before market collapse, or because they can’t afford their opulent dilettantisms, while protesting corporations and wearing clothes with symbols no bigger than the manufacturer. An irony of the hypocrite stings my eyes, they cannot see, then they cannot find, then they cannot trust what had not spoiled them. The rude awakening lies only short after their braving of adversity and gatherings of inaction, the bad mentor is absent or lazy as advent children look to the sky wonder how providers exists under duress, yet their unwittingly anti-capitalist protester counterparts wonder if there is a nursery with the fortunate, frittered is the opportunity of the willingly ignorant whose best opportunity awaits them.

[“Early shall he rise who rules few servants, and set to work at once, much is lost by the late sleeper, wealth is won by the swift”
Havamal]

Before bigotry finds supporters its enemy is already listening, the great offenses reprove paradoxes by being ingenious, the simple vestiges to betrayal that become peril are fated whilst they appear doctrine but being flawed still exist in disrepair when the conservatives come to fix things and are affronted. Prosperity increases by expenditure, effectually the opposite of consumerism, earning requires something to acquire, saving requires something to be given, and the fallacy simply lies within the belief that redistribution is a type of savings, when in actuality it is a type of acquisition. You are what you eat, if your leaders spout vicious rhetoric that only serves to create envy and anger, and then your days will be filled with envy and anger. A system that disapproves of acquisition whose solution is the same leaves any participants to be consumed by their vices, refuting the public benefit of wealth will not eliminate sin. A society without money arrives when it has no need for it, productivity and discipline and fun, to steal everything only causes hunger and melancholy, in fact you do not know what you have until it is gone. The naïve pawns, the commie agitators, both create neither effect nor demand of productivity; the ironic tragedies are unexpected losses that life will never get to see.

[“Whilst luxury employed a million of the poor, and odious pride a million more”
Bernard Mandeville]

We are slaves to our own devices, similar in a sense to drones, a call for silence without the efforts of peace are egregious placations, problems without solutions are part and parcel of mindless aristocracy, life is not a stop or to go, and its survivable complexities require all functionary archetypes, assembler, agrarian, equestrian, hunter, teacher, professor, disciplinarian, scribe, engineer, architect, landlord, minstrel, and even prophet, coexist successfully, but a fighter first must have several of these capabilities mastered. Morals, ethics and logic, are perfunctory without purpose. An idiot works harder, but people working harder aren’t always the fools. Using tools is one of the certainties in life that deem us human, with varying degrees of efficiency each skill is an opportunity to know more.

[“Delusion arises from anger. The mind is bewildered by delusion. Reasoning is destroyed when the mind is bewildered. One falls down when reasoning is destroyed.”
Bhagavad Gita]

Liberal policy is a deliberate lie to scare people into behaving, liberals (archetype: impetuous) believe that if their respect of fear exists that their efforts are effective, this school of liberal socialism has no foundation, events do not occur in the imagination of the masses. This solution of intimidation built on deceit destroys the very purpose of education leading to contagion ignorance. Public schools are the orphanages of education when among competition from, charter, private, parochial schools and military academies, attested by school choice and voucher programs; an observation and not a solution to a failing public policy on education that subverts meritocracy with credulity.

[“I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.”
Thomas Jefferson]

The populist anger of protestors looks like anarchy, despite the succinct signs that state otherwise, disowning individuality and miming fear-monger ‘leaders’ in a chant, mindlessly repeating what another tells them to say, intellectualizing communally for combined productivity and mistaking it for premonition. The liberals with practices of communism are power hungry without logic or wit, having made an art form of slander they collect to maintain, in surplus, a diluted ethic and at most parades the highest reprobate among them for distraction and conversion, like the scavenging vultures; they pride their traitors and boast them, each progressive argument takes exception to any opposition and loses initiative at the first thought of undue influence. Plunge into thought and release power and control from your mind, let nature into your breaths, find peace in relationships and joy in your intimation. To be logical requires information, to be a logician embrace the past and the future.

[“Then as now, liberals protect themselves from detection with wild calumnies against anybody who opposes them. They have no interest in — or aptitude for — persuasion. Their goal is to anathematize their enemies.”
Ann Coulter]

Logic is the philosophy of those who are living between good and evil, unity of a seeming foreign information age kept secret, a task for everyone to be completed by any means. When a liberalist foists communism it is their attempt at the production of political and civil liberties, irrespective of nihilism and objectivist approaches, an attempt for a single logic that can apply to all situations. Nihil means “(indefinite) The absence of anything; nothing,” concatenate to De- “privation, removal, and separation”; for reading reference, uninterested is under the ability of interest, but disinterested is having lost affinity; thus,  Denial, is a state of consciousness where a person has separated from the reality that their argument has no substance; one who treats fiction with pathological certainty. Like theocracy and political-religion, liberalism is mimetic.

[“You cannot take away freedom to protect it, you cannot destroy the free market to save it, and you cannot uphold freedom of speech by silencing those with whom you disagree. To take rights away to defend them or to spend your way out of debt defies common sense.”
Glenn Beck]

If brevity is the soul of wit, then milieu is the dissent of cowards. Capitalism is quenching to the needs of economic industry, communism is quite disparate. The dissonance of protest is dichotomously obvious, unilaterally one is withstanding to which the other desires recompense, remuneration and budgeting, temerity and reason, self and selflessness, wherewithal of revolution by communists is highly volatile one voice to raise the masses and armies to stop a single evil idea. The supporters of insurrectionary revolution seek quiet dictatorship with loudly ignorant principles, democratic centralism negates international socialism, a single unflinching revolutionary has character individuality, where communists seek all power of authority and the believers of such autocracy seek their thoughts from central planning committees, a proper leader is as far beyond communism as it is beyond humanity, no less than it has become post human. When radicals call for revolution, the incompetent politician perpetrators of madness support chaos, a distraction utilized as every other ill begotten incident, to sickening actions of embellishment and addiction, whereas socialism in doctrine provides relief it is never offered for votes and solace in a bridge to the next opportunity for the forsaken protesters in the dust. A communist forces the neglected to fight the spoiled in effort to destroy their unpaid political debts and opportune themselves for messianic despotism, as most protesters are abandoned nationalists.

[“The most valuable possession you can own is an open heart. The most powerful weapon you can be is an instrument of peace.”
Carlos Santana]

Socialism ceases having purpose when it circumvents natural selection, breeders choose successful partner(s) and are deceived by complacency, the nepotistic patterns and dogmatic rituals are a result of inbreeding assisted further into degradation by isolation. Thusly a detestation of ‘welfare’ (statists) recipients is common, rational, and expected; teaching conservatism is patronizing because it is the natural emotion of life, the straight and narrow of breeders invested in survival of the fittest, not slavery to a welfare state that contributes nothing. If charity is a righteous choice to assist another, an offering to the wandering spirit and the consolatory price of atonement, socialism is a dangerous and unregulated chaos. The bond among the residents of the American dream must have a fitting respect that brings about communication, separated we fall as our needs are replaced by audacious desires designed to bring order but exceeding conventional boundaries. To be a good leader of those in need, you must first understand the condition of your soul, apathy does not a leader make, the concept of sacrifice is not essential to success but success is firstly essential to sacrificing rewards for the less fortunate.

["But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."
William Butler Yeats]

A social conservative is as plausible as a libertine silent partner. Conservative archetypes promote the accepted goals and ideologies relating to preservation of tradition, morality, and regulated levels of socialism. The conservative youth is what drives a liberal to seek alternatives, these diacritical oppositions are mostly illiberal contradictions to conservation and monocratic. If policies are positions considered universal socialism is a deconstruction of principles, adherence to any ethic shows civility and class but the majority of ideas and philosophies against conservatism negate socialism. The opposition of secularism and militant atheism confuses democratic socialists, thus foundations of traditional value and education is necessary for a nation to survive. Where there is nothing to learn there is neither good nor bad by thinking that makes it true. 

[“Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb nor beauty to make thy riches pleasant,”
William Shakespeare / Measure for Measure]

Persist with infallible commitment to democracy and sustaining opposition to decretory fascism, and nature will bow to you. The self-declared classless yet poor does not venture from the monarchy nor into scholarly pursuits, thee shall make profit of both wisdom and wealth, for thee did certainly share with your family, to your poor, and unto thy needy in your realm. Forthwith and outright, the needy are indelibly an integral facet of disadvantaged youth and the successful wise that choose ignorance, if the sage advice cannot humble the minds of desperation hope lost the ages in which it is born. Wisdom is better than strength, the pen is mightier than the sword, and alas the experience of wisdom is despised by the voice of tremulous vanity. 

[“An age is called Dark, not because the light fails to shine, but because people refuse to see it."
James Michener]

A sage can learn more from a poor question, than a fool can learn from a wise answer. If you have come to an answer without results, the argument is your own, a divination cannot be given to the closed mind, there is neither emissary of salvation nor them amongst thee to know and learn on your behalf. By both evils of repression and prejudice they have been stolen, thus unknown a weighting solace among the living, that thine aversion turns you from life, an inequity of suffering humanity that hast become the plaguing blight that perils knowledge.

[“As a rule, he or she who has the most information will have the greatest success in life."
Benjamin Disraeli]

The age of wisdom will guide the burgeoning youth, unattended they become the destroyers of the universe, certain without foresight, lying without their memories, protracting bigotry and precluding freedom. The protests are admissions of occluded pieces of fate, an ego within a shadow of sadistic treason, timid fears and precautionary fascism hidden within foolish liberal ideas. There will not be empathy for the hopeless fiends, never a dream spared for the hapless failings of mediocre insanity. Collectivism espousing domination, devout inferiority, and mollification, the subsequent pacification might teach the world to sleep, the tree of life is faster than the others and doth not nurse, without loveless demands, no predilection of cogent concern, and no faith in shades for the repugnant desires of wastrels.

[“There's nothing more dangerous than an idea if it’s the only one you have."
Mark Twain]

There is no fate of a prepared mind, there cannot be a prepared fate in the mind of a revolutionary, there cannot be a revolution affecting the definition of preparedness. The objectivity of objection is like the tragedy that is Hippocratic atrocity, perpetual the cause and result, easier to take task than to make result, the inquisition, save ye lest alas of more. It was, among all of time, hard to find good help, in the times of recession, undeserving of government expansion for half-wit policy. Perhaps a society so enlightened and educated to the point that efficiency through efficacy eclipses the need for leaderless entitlement programs, would be appreciated; but the matter of fact is that when a theory is made, the research is done unfortunately resulting in a fascist (narrow minded) neo-communist movement that is obtusely rejecting capitalism, economics, and consumerism. If not completely ignoring stable economics for redistributive folly in a time without monetary surplus, profligacy, too little and too late. There is colloquialism in countries where communist pigs have oppressed for longer than a generation, "The communists have been fighting a sectarian feud for so long, if one of the parties were to win, no one could tell the difference" - Communist policies create an unsustainable inept caste of drones, like insects, in opportunistic societies; where the unprepared are the most innocent as their livelihoods are stolen as result of incompetent leadership. A legislation not focused on education condemns us all, protesting for anything but the desire for knowledge is thus contempt for an educational institution that has become a failed system. Education is logic. The growth of government has become a misnomer of the logician; the advancement in the quality of life by education is an empowerment to the society lot, which any intellect can understand, to achieve a new responsibility without totalitarianism. 

[“Be curious always! For knowledge will not acquire you; you must acquire it."
Sudie Back]

After my appraisal of all things in the postmodern afterthought, I came to find an answer missing to something that had already happened. A trivial thing but nonetheless an occurrence of instance, an affectation of fate and result of time, had I not seen it I would be ignorant to its existence; that I have is now the same. Should it have happened by me and if forgotten I surely would not be unaccompanied, nor did the surroundings and situation deem unique and confounding and intriguing. if intruding I could be the cause of the event by a time traveling agent of change or more so even to be the impetus for radical spontaneity that only the universe can manifest, surely I was not the damage perceived for the assessment is an opinion in avocation considering the ethics of merely making judgment on the ere hap. Had it happened and I were not in a dream it would not be an inquisition, were it not the instance remains as it never was, explained without impetus or caused without solution, fortunately I know my waiting will bring the same results to my life. If it is a name than it can be shared by others, however many more they may be, to an intellect that would not seem so drastically concerned by chance they are the force involved in this situation, affront to my mettle but consolation to my meddling, for I know not what it is. Where it is many names undoubtedly there are many who cannot grasp the complexity, but if my query is the source of apprehensions, and or even or, distractions from diagnosis, perhaps even to me, would it be ever named and understood at all, should the time be wasted to concern this happening. Another distraction can be made if there is a limit to a diagnosis, at a point does obscurity creates concern, as the dark of space so strong to gain our eyes in the absence of light, and that cause in itself the creation of the event. I have heard that an action that I have not made will discourse the lineage of time to cause the event some time from now before I can perceive it, or I have offended the event thus it has happened merely to confuse me, and I do not know the events that occurred specifically predictable not what that experience is. I can’t help wonder what am I destined; nonetheless, a tree has fallen.

[“The best way to have a good idea is to have lots of ideas."
Linus Pauling]

20% of the world will do what a political communist doesn't want to do, for wages that are inadequate, the humble are grateful, the meek will inherit the earth, a disparate industrialism is always 50/50 but by more than simply one divisive topic. The developing world emigrates to the developed one, the uninvited guest, anything taken for granted is truly exploited, and the desperation of applicant lowers the yield of prosperity. So far from intellect is the pessimism of confrontation in dealings with the optimism on the matter of death, so much that healthcare costs increase exponentially, yet no one can seem to discern how to manage a successful outcome, as before the entitled (by fate or fortune) affect the quality by ignorance, haste, and anger. An increasingly unintelligible picketing angry mob only mollified by the spoils of war, while chanting antiwar slogans, at a total loss of philosophical intellectualism threatens anarchy at the mere thought of a flat tax rate. As the supply is controlled by its rightful owners in the same way a liberal hides the truths and needs of education, the demand haphazardly increases by a growing population of barely functional illiterates until a myopic 'final solution' sweeps like a fire and equally destructive.

Not exactly informative, yet; if this is an attempt to bolster unrest, or merely invoke a sign of interest by the masses, what good does getting them to scream louder do? It’s never too late to learn, go back to school, digital medical records, education, engineering, technology, nursing, elderly care personnel. Great wages, in demand jobs, helpful occupations. We need solutions, not problems, not every answer is a good one. The manipulative attempts to dominate society despotically yield only the most simplest of manipulable catch-phrases, the honest will use your vile words against you. Time will tell, not a prophet for they dare not tell nor act out of their grace, nor a communist will ever have chance to rule against freedom.

The chosen few are in despair, sadness. The elitist vanities of youth run by selfish ponces are in disparity, separation - from a proper education, an honest wage, a simple life. The quality of life is contentious, the cost of living can be indexed, and it is the value of responsibility that is the most of volatile emotion. The price to live would be the same, if the standards are the same, were they to be different the amenities would not parallel, in other words, what you need, that your ancestors did not. Desire crushes distraction, good or bad by most intents, the purpose of survival is to obtain freedom of choice, if not, consume you with the cult of death. Education is a requirement of life, therein a responsibility of the order humanity, thus a cost of our morals, a concerted effort of ethics dependent on communication, not division. The only education that should cost money, is one that is dangerous to you, a militant of the republic pays a separate moral cost at the price of apathy unknown to innocence without the training. Forever our freedom, democracy until our divination, a citizen has an equal chance the same of that their peers, there is no evil magic that is not based on defeatist superstition concerning elitism, you cannot fail society unless you choose to do so. An educational institution and its members are here to prevent this; an entitlement solution cannot support itself and infamously is unable to support a ration of luck to the irrational masses.

[“It is better to understand little than to misunderstand a lot."
Anatole France]

Compulsory unionism is deceitful wording for communists who tax their children. Caesar purportedly wrote, "Veni, Vidi, Vici", which means, I came, I saw, I conquered. It is time for us to show what is being done and the tree of life. As a child knows only pain from the pangs of hunger it cries, simple and siren to a parent's ears, knowledge of food gives the carnal impetus for consumption. If a foolish socialist bequest of traitorous communist sees money is given any by proxy and then ushered into complacency, the desire a fiend is made. Unethically giving money but forgetting to instill principles will not only make a useless beggar but one that will lament at the very idea of responsibility. A transformation at peril must lead by great leaders who have not evil bones in their body. It intrinsic yet endemic to comprehend that a wealth saved, is a wealth earned, any misguided and deceived attempt to steal is the result of a leaderless coalition of jaundice choleric despots and demotic communists eager to own another slave, imbuing corrosion of conformity, corruption. 

[“Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance."
George Bernard Shaw]

The strangest of ironies I've found in this life is that old saying "if you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day, if you teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime" comes from communist China. Of course the man can always sneak behind you and bash in your skull for no good reason, and that's just what they did. Not teaching the apprentice, of personal accord and equally volition, the morality of having ethics is deviance, causality must be understood, or the path is altered. To be witnessed changes the actions of the observed, to mock them is far more childish. The flaw of socialism is that by mandating fish be given to the waiting masses, the sociopaths are surely going to get an advantage on a path to reckless abandon. Credit is what you get when you have a career that you enjoy; communism is what you get when you let the leeches preach to you.

[“The biggest cause of trouble in the world today is that the stupid people are so sure about things and the intelligent folks are so full of doubts."
Bertrand Russell]

A Zoroastrian from India learns and tells and changes stories of the ages thru the ranges of Rome, then thru ides of March follows the cleanest though darkest rivers into the Scandinavian forest. Whence shunned as a poetic nomad, mostly for the prior, from high and low a melancholy pores abandonment, having wants without skill was eventually shunned to the olden of Gaul where unbeknownst they take the heads of warlords in hopes that the evil bodies will dig field rows, but alas they were in two jealous wars and an uncivil feud, the prior with Saracen or the sellers of sin each named Caesar for farmland without priceless invitation, the latter a feud for power of choice over both between the covens of magic that the dark outsiders would call dark. In flit and fleeing the traveler takes refuge by hospice among they who were the bookkeepers of Celt on a seaward voyage with a captain named Merrick. The silver shore covered in stone and fog, a storm raged until the trees on the banks of every river flowed into the ocean, the poet therein wandered possibly yet still never telling the same name twice.

[“But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference."
Antoine de Saint-Exupery]

A closed mind gathers no intelligence, do not conform to hate, worship money whatever the color, find solace whatever it may be, respect god whatever the name is, do not twixt confuse these things. Certainly lacking is the ability to voluntarily evolve beyond natural selection, circumstantially the choice to omit prosperity in ourselves discontinues the gifts we have been given, there are evil voices in the height of the dark that can use you in a caste war against enemies that do not exist. Conflict is suffered by all; time can pass by anyone, should the weather be right the wall could be left. The industry protested is the institution that provides a career occupation, protesting it, halting it, slows and ceases it, but production is not inactive in the least. If you survive the bad karma created, killing the king doesn't get you land, it gets you lost. Doubly regrettable, a monarchy can be highly detestable, and without it there are none who know how it works. You are the embodiment of life, or of the worker, or the industrialist; a destroyer of worlds, a creator of worlds, and a preserver of worlds; in no particular order; a powerful triumvirate if logical and not corrupted.

[“As you think, so shall you become // A goal is not always meant to be reached, it often serves simply as something to aim at."
Bruce Lee]

By the by, as it goes throught1% percent of any given population pays half the taxes, from 2% - 10%, three fourths of levy, from 11% - 33% addend three fourths, completing the summary 40%, pay the lion's share, through the tipping point. There are those that cannot find a reason to exist outside of diabolic dilettante norms, because everything is given to them, when the system collapses these cretins happily suggest a transfer to feudalism for what they idiotically think is the simple transfer to a fairy tale of monarchy or communism. For among the dregs and fiends they would simply assume power, none else than tragedy of iron-clad totalitarianism from those who could/cannot survive on their own intelligence. The true ethical workers feel shame from accepting charity, they do not bribe for patience nor appreciate any hasted charity unto the land, the recipients of the socialist exploitation are a parasite determined to kill the host, thus communism is not a solution because it is a death sentence; a felonious summary larceny.

[“The creative thinker is flexible and adaptable and prepared to rearrange his thinking."
A. J. Copley]

For the 'welfare' addict reprehensible action is of their pure intentional nature, to be race traitors, a diminishing sectarian segregationist that sets a trap to kill you, with a smile, and forces you into it when you sleep. The conservative tipping point is unfortunately passed the logical one, the ability to stop corruption regrettably with many lies in a pacifist ethic, they are confused of when power begins instead of learning communally where it stops, with the irony of fascism that also plagues democrats that are not democratic, an intellectual who is not intelligent, or a liberal who is obsessive and compulsive. One engineer getting a job does not employment of a million drones make; it simply means that single engineer now has an occupation. There is no vendetta against the unemployed; there will forever be intolerance for the ignorant. This country used to make things, but it also used to have people who knew how to make things. The supposed trickle-up economics originally of courtship but now seemingly prevalent in socialist schools of thought exists when workers on-the-job, need an organization. At any of the times utopian or dystopian, one-third of the unemployed can fill employee positions in engineering if only they were skilled. In America the skillset needed is found in a shop-class, and we call these workers honest men. Another third are the educators, the desire for school in a society of functionality requires more teachers than will ever be found, and is the very impetus of this implore. More so than the others, the doctor is needed for medicine and reparation, because a society extreme, breaks many barriers when living their wildest heavenly dreams. This society is called an order, which allows many career changes in a lifetime, often too many.

[“Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago."
Bernard Berenson]

The idle mind pulls the devil's weeds; a final solution is a fairly simple suggestive conclusion, as if it were an idiomatic problem, or a parable of equation. I can see now the results of emotion that caused agony, clearly as if they were my own, narrowly as if I were a predator. My comprehension of disaster puts empathy to those burdened by thieves, and more so provides sympathy for those who are periled now, an eradication of evil cannot exist without contradictory nature, and as innocent are degraded again I know the way that cannot happen again while the pacifists and the masochists watch and wonder, were it the thoughts that could not be had or the details of desirable malice if living in another life, or the danger in such a mere thought by those without a reconnaissance shadowing their lives. If I were to live another life it must be the same, many times with differences in forgetful passing and forgotten memories from this relived survival.

[“Discovery is seeing what everybody else has seen but thinking what nobody else has thought."
Sarah Ban Breathnach]

We saw riots in London, I see protests on the news every morning for weeks by those who want more jobs, but don't want to lower taxes, and in fact they want to raise them. The profligate liberals wouldn't dare understand the benefits of cutting taxes, and refuse to simply lower taxes because they need slavery, much to my confusion. The debt goes on the books, government is not a utility for profit, the workers see awesome results; those employed expect relief from this action, relief in both taxes and labor, a larger base of tax supplementation to the suspiciously convenient socialist programs and a guild staffed by those aspiring to better themselves, the community, and the next generation. If even one agent provocateur shouts in a crowd the lines that label the successful as greedy, whether the agent is of employ or not, the protests will become violence. Your ideas may be inherent, but a system is eminent, both cannot exist without people. A boycott cannot be substituted with protest, and nor the reversal true.

[ "If one wants to be active, one must not be afraid of going wrong, one must not be afraid of making mistakes now and then. Many people think that they will become good just by doing no harm -- but that's a lie...that way lies stagnation, mediocrity."
Vincent Van Gogh,
Letter to Theo van Gogh, Oct. 1884]

Apathetic masses gather the streets to take the heads of the innocent because they haven't prepared for the chances they so readily take. Those who had conserved their efforts in seeming opposition to concerted effort of disruption, advanced through the times without the help of the needy ambivalent youth. Conservatives are not the people that any liberal judges to be, for they are not who the liberal culture has been mollycoddling. The successful live lives that need not the approval by those who will never understand, even if it seems that despots have ruled you too long it does not mean your will is any stronger. Your faculties are fewer if you have abandoned hope even once, and you forget that there is no money, each day is better than the last unless your life is characterless. Every forgetful attack on private property is remembered by every individual on their rise.

[“Don't refuse to go on an occasional wild goose chase. That is what wild geese are made for.
Henry S. Haskins]

Objective is a belief, our dreams a path, where the chosen are elite and the broken are dying, the desperation hasn't inequity, and thus the desperateness of the mad must be fair to the fellows. Abandon everything you know and you will see the journey, if the knowledge is not you're to give you are a teacher, if you haven't any to give then you are a fool. The grass is always greener on the other side, either side, indelible as each side envies the liberty of the other, as the bureaucrats run for election begging for the time they have wasted, just as the thieves who have done the same, let it never be said, or a time exist, that we are not represented, a politician that needs your money and loyalty before a plan is revealed, is a feudal warlord, small, petty, irrelevant. No incoherent cult of personality does more than dull, disarm, and deceive the citizens of a free world. Kill the slogans, win a culture.

[“Doubt is uncomfortable, certainty is ridiculous"
Francois Voltaire]

Dazed by the starlets, placation and patronizing pandering, jovial heathens as the wicked scheme to pay their gambling debts and poor ventures with the blood, sweat, and tears of protesters, the helpless and the stranded few choosing to undue the ague meet a sea of eyes, is another wayward ally, but choice is priceless, never let anyone use you. Never loan money to friends, never give it to family except as a gift. The familiar adage 'judge not, lest ye be judged' is true for everyone who isn't a good sniper; a creator will not choose to die by their creation, why should you burn yourself alive with so much temptation. Resist but do not avoid, indulge but to not endure compulsion.

[“Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world."
Arthur Schopenhauer]

Without logic our emotions suffer the great strength of irony, just because you have things figured, doesn't mean it won't happen to you. Life is a labyrinth, the dangers long known others plot their every move, and fate has a way of staring you in the face when you're lost. If you are frightened by the unstoppable forces of nature, nothing proves that it is frightened of you. Count the problems, if you have any there are too many, but if you cannot find them all, there are not enough.

[“Every act of conscious learning requires the willingness to suffer an injury to one's self-esteem. That is why young children, before they are aware of their own self-importance, learn so easily; and why older persons, especially if vain or important, cannot learn at all."
Thomas Szasz]

Conviction of virtue is merely an understanding of exceptionalism, the opposite of which is opportunism, worming into focus, espousing liberalism at a time of learning, and remaining egotistical while off task, all at once. A life of virtue requires constitution, resolve, and massive doses of truth. The easiest way to grow as a person is to surround yourself with people smarter than you are, but the easiest way to learn is to teach them something, as only then you will learn the absurdity of a demand.

[“Everyone is ignorant...only on different subjects."
Will Rogers]

Entrepreneurship is a joke if you're stupid, yet even a drug dealer has to understand modern economics. It may never get any better, make you useful and watch the situation improve. Free spirits of history lived to defend all calls for freedom, and those beyond desire freedom to remain active in your minds. Grow, gather, and gain respect, but do so for the hearts of the silent, a garden must grow to draw what will not eat weeds. Strike fear into the eyes of evils, show democracy to the crying eyes, and forever prove your freedom. If organized democratically, an idea becomes implacable and supported by a divine coalition, for your malice the words of anger will consume you and your efforts will collapse your desires until you are weak and dying. There are times when the teacher and student are bonded and transverse, but democracy is for the enlightened world and does not exist until learning has ended. A goal of universal freedom is won with the ideas of all, but is achieved in solidarity only by a master, for proper teaching a lesson must first be given. Our potential is within, when we volunteer, learn, give knowledge; we are using our skills to support equality so that we do not need revolution.

[“Experience is a good school, but the fees are high."
Heinrich Heine]

The call for the organization of people's assemblies is a dangerous anarchy, any assembly is by definition of people, unless the gathering of ghosts or pets. Communists use this deliberate tactic to gather their dogs of war, then crying the order loudly, "Havoc", and then waiting for the damage. If the megalomaniacal call to action wasn't for the sacrifice of honest people, you may even be dealing with a lunatic trying to summon the dead. We must strengthen our dedication within ourselves, but a leader is of their people and does not seek followers, similar to what love is, with leaders born naturally a society is one, and society's wishes is known as ethics. An ethical society finds shame by not using morals, what we deem proper and wrong, it is the divine nature that we use our faculties, as to touch without remorse and see without regret, a successful society feels remorse and regret at the sight of abandoned buildings and vacant gardens, no different than a parent forgetting to spoil their child. Atonement cannot be solely wished on someone without awakening a spirit that must enjoy culture, spirituality, friendship, and love.

[“Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterward."
Vernon Law]

Revolution and insurrection will not bring great productivity, growth, egalitarian standards, moral infidelity, and dominant prosperity. A penance of superiority corrupts at the first sign of inconsistency of government, doubts begin to grow about morality, apathy begins to create fears of success, dissent decries exceptionalism, emotion overwhelms ethical judgment of even the greatest leaders, reckless abandon cripples hope, disrespect for privacy and property cripples industry delineating it and redistributing it through a communally acquired hatred of anything with success that is not regulated and controlled often breaking into torrential violence when hearing simple suggestions.

[“Experience is not what happens to a man. It is what a man does with what happens to him."
Aldous Huxley]

Power can cause anxiety in an individual; too much growth overwhelms and stifles weak impunity. The cohesive teamwork, project management, occupational hazards, tends to make matters worse for people having a neurotic break-down. Composure is needed for leadership, and wisdom is as much needed for foresight. Protocols cannot always be developed on the scene of a complication, standards can be enforced but emotional strength must be attained, this is why leadership is not unanimous trait. A business is good, but an enterprise is better. Bigger is always better, but moderation is the key to moving your desires through the gates of opportunity, object permanence must be respected for the more eternal something has become the less likely its name has changed. Success can bear simple definition but is often ability and knowledge, common is emotion, the mind must forever have equity of wit to grow.

[“Faced with the choice between changing one's mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everyone gets busy on the proof."
John Kenneth Galbraith]

Liberalism means that being of even limited ability is at a great advantage in the company of those less able. It is often a race when no is there, to a long walk off a short bridge. Progressive politics is much the same, it is an idiosyncratic redundancy to a simple task, and whereas a liberal dose is defined as ample a progressive approach demands a fascist change without necessity. Demagoguery hides within manipulators that hide ineffectively, buried in collectivist drivel and sectarian nonsense, in hopes that similarities in names will espouse the hopes of the naive so that deception can occur rapidly. Democrats without democracy, bourgeois who do no burgeoning, or a people's democratic republic that has little concern for people, are all a dime a dozen, whoever kills a slogan wins a lifetime of freedom for a generation.

[“Fight for your opinions, but do not believe that they contain the whole truth or the only truth."
Charles A. Dana]

Men and Women are equal, they are the only two components that produce offspring, an alternative choice whether it be distinguished or not is not natural considering procreation. If you believe that therein a choice does not exist, then your morality is incomparable, for it is certain that the only thing that creates life besides mates, is a higher power, or for pagans a higher order. After looking at humanity in my cynical years more arrogant than beyond but more masochistic than my younger years, it is my belief that the architect has a sense of humor and no humility.

[“Generally the theories we believe we call facts, the facts we disbelieve we call theories."
Felix Cohen]

The trinity is an apple, but they couldn't see the forest for the trees. As with any opinion it may be fascist or a predication but is free speech granted by the gift of life, despite opposing conjectures. Communism is dangerous to the success of a nation duly to its abolition of private property, its support of class warfare, its exploitation of the middle-class, its hatred of small-business owners, and irreverent propensity. An honest person may reject conflict, by disposition or innate regard, based on socialist priority and social justice, to voice respect and begin implementation for a stratified economy with social status based on meritocracy and aptitude, retaining property rights, and national pride greater than that of segregating class distinction. Communist anarchists will always maintain that freedom must be suspended for democratic freedom to resume, based on redistributionist platitudes written by bitter sinners with a penchant for carnage but too pacifist for the taste of blood, books written by cowards only change the minds of the weak. Controlling labor efforts they intend to regulate remuneration thus inhibiting the business cycle, the inept appraisal of the depths of reality often lead them to isolationism in attempts to control to supply and demand. An ironic futility whereas something called communism can shun community, and try to dig its way out a hole after striking water. Private property rights encourages innovation, creativity, healthy competition and leadership, bound by democratic laws productivity will consume the need to do little more than remove the parasitical element. As taxes get higher they impose on success, regulation of productivity has an even lower threshold of becoming dangerous. Despotism denounces private property whereas true socialism does not; nonetheless, stealing in any amount is larceny. Keep what you earn, give to charity what you have not, the responsibility to benefit others exists in a domain greater than fate; laws should be of the land and not targeted for oppression.

[“Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices, but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence."
Albert Einstein]

Emotion is a thought, humans are not animals that are restricted to one at a time, the complexity and diversity of games proves this, without more than one dream obsession leaves the spirit to betray itself. Being a teacher is easy, finding a student is impossible, currency speculation allows "corporate warfare" which takes corporately owned assets and perfects them into an industry.  Sectarian movements suffer intense schism when the focus of protest shifts from industry to the perpetrators of economic collapse, knowledge is still the power needed to survive, even it can be wrongfully stolen. There is not conspiracy that is judged without collusion, rumors become accusatory, the elitists accused are the heroes being judged by elitist thick as thieves. A consortium espouses a unified theory, a successful business council will seek trained labor that serves their purpose while supporting causes that educate citizens adequately, an empire of restaurants builds a nation of consumers, and a communist regime that cannot learn from history's mistakes creates mindless masses that are as equally inept.

[“He presents me with what is always an acceptable gift who brings me news of a great thought before unknown. He enriches me without impoverishing himself."
Ralph Waldo Emerson]

The mind is not made in a mold yet the thoughts it produces are typical, natural responses to nature, society control these responses effortlessly in the form of necessity. You are what you have become, society and scholastic institutions are here to make that into something, when opportunity arises to make a choice of occupation choose a profession of the heart, your selection of choices should be anything that allows you to earn without socialist restriction. Pick something you want to do knowing there isn't always a choice, certainly it is always hard to find good work if you are not a good worker, there are too many jobs in industry that go unfilled because of this hard fact. Delusions of permanent socialism, political philosophy, redistribution without commercial intent, nationalization of corporation by a government that cannot, employee owned slush funds, an unregulated retirement program, eminent domain, all misconstrue socialism and nationalism. The Nation dream is the opportunity to succeed without guarantee, motivation in moderation as an indulgence of pride without obsession/compulsion.

[ "I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."
Isaac Newton]

Beware demands that come in numbers by protesters that refuse to parlay, the list of unlikely requests has probably been made in the image of a thief. List are used for shopping, often by barterers, anarchists only seek an elitist redemption that ignores equality while destroying investment. Competition drives capital into new markets and economies into new schools, a horde will expand its territory as much as predator. Evil has its name but has no true form; egalitarianism is marked by philanthropy and poverty by beggary. Free choice will eventually destroy fascists and their callous attempts at a robotic world, but will also disenfranchise your allies, a liberal fascist thought conserves it’s time for expulsion.

[“I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way."
Franklin P. Adams]

Progressives do not find truth to be self-evident, for them the establishment of rules or religion is seen as a spiritual binding for them to subvert at every opportunity. Change for the sake of change defines alternatives by the death of a reality, whereas a liberal might tell you patronizingly to allow more of a failed item, a progressive has had too much of a good thing. The expert in anything was once a beginner, but a fool must now and then by right by chance. A progressive new agriculture plan replaces buckets with irrigation without regard for how well the paths have been walked, the flaw is that they would let a crop rot because the workers were distracted for a gaudy speech, an interruption because of vehement impetuosity, or an insipid plan held prominence in the adolescent mind, this interruption is the faith in progressive communism and has blighted reign and realm for eras. 

[“I think, at a child's birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity."
Eleanor Roosevelt]

You can't make capitalism fairer than it is, without descent explanation, nothing teaches the value of hard work better than hard work. My advice is to start while you are still ahead, those that work will receive benefits of knowledge, and luxury that will only ever favor the prepared, if work and diligence were easy everyone would be doing it. After meditation take a walk and sing yourself a song of success without using the thoughts of others, until the song you hear refrains from emotion and your daydreams are explorations of mind. The idle mind is lost in a dangerous place, the tired soul wanders eventually looking for answers, and a forgotten deceiver captivates our logic and instills morose action.

[“It is not history which uses men as a means of achieving - as if it were an individual person - its own ends. History is nothing but the activity of men in pursuit of their ends."
Karl Marx]

Despair comes to those without experience, without patience who are incapable of struggle. The modern industrialist is nothing true to form; atheist apostasy is a thought in the mind that cannot bring strength, defeatist detraction. To forge creativity the high must give opportunity to the low, this does not require a toll, and it demands an honest day for honest wages. Society is where the heart can be creative, even if by occlusion it is not a piece to a hostile dictatorship. Democracy is vital to socialism, if you oppose a conspiracy and err mistakenly, a new breed of revolutionary will crush the conspiracy that is uprising.

[“It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows."
Epictetus]

A life without money is better than a life of conflict to control power, enlightenment is like the inability to fight for possession of an idea, and someone who argues fact is having their first independent thoughts. Random cycles in a political sense are bureaucracy, exponentially invasive, steadily hiring accomplices and getting to fewer accomplishments. Some say that there are two things certain of this life, death and taxes, though usually if you’re the capitalist that socialism ever-desperately needs you'll be paying operating costs. Society has created conveniences plentifully across much of the world, it helps a lot to know how to make the goods that people use, and it pays to make the tools used to create commodities.

[“I have never in my life learned anything from any man who agreed with me."
Dudley Field Malone]

Dignity is respects for poverty, ignorant people wander until they know it well, the old try to trap it, and the young try to kill it. If it were a seed, a doubtful person would have remorse and a fool would wait for it to grow itself. I've heard of furors and political prisoners speak of the chaff and the seed, but the righteous will be pulling the weeds. Even the burrs must go, or the hounds will not hunt. A weed should not be cut, or burned, or pulled with glove, it must be removed for it is the logical thing to do. Regardless of color, or name, or place, or shape, or size, or weight, if you cannot change your identity, surely you will be seen for what you are.

[“I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious."
Albert Einstein]

From here there are only martyrs to crucify; this is an unethical thing even before it is labeled. An awakening is more than an enlightenment it is a rebirth, the communists in holistic protest with lists of demands are approaching a spiritual awakening. There are stages of growth that exist as principles of acceptance by emotion and logic. First is acceptance of appraisal thus a definition of relevant inequity, a problem is noticed and put into prerogative. Second is disappointment, the infallible purge of inequality by way of recklessness refutes the most viable enemy. Third, after little deliberation and much wait, bargaining begins; dialogue and compromise are ventured and gained. Fourth a purposed raw emotion serves as impetus for success. Fifth and final is denial and suspicion, faulty in times of peace and perfectly logical after a victory; often necessary. A life spent practicing equality is far more ethical and certainly more logical than a life of vengeance. The lack of ability by mobs is obvious to even a child with the proper vantage point; if emotions can be controlled in discipline then one must consider the art of war in a thought class of games and theory, the thought must be entertained but no more than minor studies to afford proper studies in strategy. A considered response can fail in haste and succeed by dumb luck, when unexpected a battle fought like the animals we are efficient, the symbolic reputation brings fear through infamy, intentional ability reviles violence and embraces it. Without effort to rationalize postpone vengeance until wisdom can reassert itself.

[“Well I am certainly wiser than this man. It is only too likely that neither of us has any knowledge to boast of; but he thinks that he knows something which he does not know, whereas I am quite conscious of my ignorance. At any rate it seems that I am wiser than he is to this small extent, that I do not think that I know what I do not know."
Socrates]

The moment of proverbial destruction arrives as a reckoning, our dreams penetrate our eyes through the clouds of a dangerous storm, the shadows of the mind push us into the stream of consciousness, time turns fate into needs, and our emotions gather consistence through memory and missing desires. In a sea of mediocrity revenge of the arts is feudalistic at its best, as seeks a leader from among them when theirs is lost or abandons them; they see causes of a problem but blame the innocent in a persuasive threat for additional power in a struggle for domination. People advertise what they are selling, by display or information; it is no different for the communist who sells lies that praise the liar. 


[“I have always been among those who believe that the greatest freedom of speech was the greatest safety, because if a man is a fool, the best thing to do is to encourage him to advertise the fact by speaking.
Woodrow Wilson]