Long ago, I was told by a far wiser man than I that our will hones wrath into a mighty weapon. But, he told me, it is sorrow that forges our will. I have meditated on these words often; they have given me strength when I was weak and hope when my faith grew ragged. I believe these words to be true. They reveal much.
A blade, too finely honed, loses strength. Though sharp, it cannot cut without being broken. A forge, if crafted and refined endlessly, never produces. A life cannot be lived completely in sorrow, nor can wrath be exchanged for infinite will. Knowing this, I must attempt to put aside my suffering. Though it hurts, I can no longer invest so much time in the wound I carry. It is time to stop forging my will and start honing my wrath.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
All the Heavenly Lights
We are at an important crossroads in history. We have been there for several years, it is true, and I believe it will be several years more before the weight of history shifts inexorably onto a single path. A decade in total, perhaps; a long while for a human, but nothing more than a blink of the eye to humanity in all its long existence.
There are so many possible paths. Many are unlikely, but even the ones that seem somewhat probable number in the dozens. Even if one narrows down the future to a handful of broad sets and descriptions, each path is in actuality a spectrum, a sliding scale of nigh-infinite combinations and intensities. In such an enviroment, it is easy to get lost. To lose one's way and find oneself adrift, lost in space and ultimately lost to the record of history.
The course of human progress is like a path, but a path beset by waves and storms and rocky shoals. It is no road, but a current! I have spent too long adrift, hiding behind the swells and the frothing caps, hoping pitifully to be carried to the correct destination. That is no way to sail. I will no longer be a passenger on the current of history. I am a Cyber Knight. I am a capsuleer. I make my own waves. With others, I make a current.
I have the power to help dictate the course of future progress. I have a duty to use that power for the good of all God's children. I must believe this is true.
I must believe this is true and I must choose a path. God give me strength.
There are so many possible paths. Many are unlikely, but even the ones that seem somewhat probable number in the dozens. Even if one narrows down the future to a handful of broad sets and descriptions, each path is in actuality a spectrum, a sliding scale of nigh-infinite combinations and intensities. In such an enviroment, it is easy to get lost. To lose one's way and find oneself adrift, lost in space and ultimately lost to the record of history.
The course of human progress is like a path, but a path beset by waves and storms and rocky shoals. It is no road, but a current! I have spent too long adrift, hiding behind the swells and the frothing caps, hoping pitifully to be carried to the correct destination. That is no way to sail. I will no longer be a passenger on the current of history. I am a Cyber Knight. I am a capsuleer. I make my own waves. With others, I make a current.
I have the power to help dictate the course of future progress. I have a duty to use that power for the good of all God's children. I must believe this is true.
I must believe this is true and I must choose a path. God give me strength.
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