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"David, it is easier to hate than to face our loss. It is easier to follow distractions than to see the pure spark we held become ashes. I choose to walk through this grief with love intact, because on the other side remains our salvation, true forgiveness. All roads will lead onward, never back, branching out into the future. None can be seen more than one step at a time; love is the only sign post, the only way home."
I feel like a ghost in a world of paper dolls. I am the ghost in my own machine. I am a ghost running through time and space, looking, always looking in the blackness for a sacred spark. And all this world becomes noise, a distraction from my task to find the one - the one who went alone into the dark. For should all he be is a fragment of fire, barely a cinder, it matters not, because I will become a river of gasoline.
Money is a manifestation of power; power is a manifestation of fear; so we cannot be free of fear while we have money. In our fear, we are destroying our planet. What are we afraid of? Mostly, we fear destroying our planet. This is our insanity. I believe that a slow demonetization of the globe, while keeping our vital industries strong, ethical and environmentally conscious, is the way to a sane and peaceful Earth.
Being with Arc was like resting in a house while a gale raged outside, like in her presence time itself became more calm. She always said the root of all fears, the rotten root of mankind, is the "fear of need" and our task is to meet this fear with the same resistance a rock shows to wind - that the resolved person lets fear blow around them and remains resolute in a will to be kind.
When you do what you love, when it is your focus and passion - you defocus on what others do. In place of jealousy, entitlement and resentment comes fraternity and a will to learn from one another. Then all are masters, all are apprentices, all are happy with purpose and joy.
"Dahlia, aren't words weird? It's almost as if they speak in their own secret way. Take 'economy' for example. It's like a rejection of nature in favour of selfishness - 'Eco? No. Me.' It's as if there was always full comprehension that capitalism would thrive when we put the self above all of nature and Earth herself."
Chloe parked on the markers, waiting for the bicycle-lift to connect. She pulled herself to stand over the cross-bar, straightening her neck as she looked upward. Soon the glass cocoon would encase her, raise her high above the rooftops; how she loved watching the pastel houses, the trees who changed their clothes with the season and the people setting about each new day. As she rose above the solar panels, she recalled the ski-lifts of the Alps, momentarily swaddled in memories of Aiden, the two of them skiing over a brilliant fresh page from morning to sunset. With a soft beep and lighting change, Chloe returned to the present, it was time to ride out to the crest of the hill and carry on to work. With a kiss of fresh air she felt her wheels meet the road, legs on automatic, mind free to wander.
"Babe, you cannot be fully angelic unless you possess the ability to be truly evil; goodness is a choice. It is feeling the power of darkness and walking the other way no matter how painful. It is looking in the mirror with open eyes and learning how to change until you love who you are. Goodness is an exercise in free will; this life will reveal all within you, yet choose wisely the pieces with which you build yourself. All roads back into the light are pain ten fold, your soul a magnifying glass for your guilt. Take heart, be brave, acknowledge and own your capacity for evil - for it is only by the darkness that the brilliance of pure light can shine as a beacon for others. Your destiny is to lead, not from your own demand, but because you are the brightest star in this black night."
"Pete, I need you to calm that inner hurricane and think, for a thinking population is a free one. The rise of the machine has given us a decline of the body; the rise of the computer has given us a decline of the mind. Yet technology is only a tool, and we can choose to use it differently. That which subjugates us, can free us. There is real wisdom out there; seek and you shall find."
Arc finished her glass of wine before answering. It wasn't that she needed time to think, but there were times she began to feel like a scratched record being asked for the same song over and over. "When cultural guilt becomes submerged, it resurfaces as racism. The stronger the guilt, the stronger the abuse and prejudice that follow. Should there be a greed or power motivation to maintain the racism, then it becomes culturally reinforced and defended. Rare, induced or orchestrated occurrences of violence in the victimized population generate fear and the problem becomes entrenched for generations. But we can do better than that; we can choose to be fair and kind, to know that we are one species belonging to the Human Era. Don't look so glum, Cleopatra, welcome to the year 12, 017 - though in truth we've been evolving for far longer than that. After all, what is racism when seen in the light of evolutionary history? It's a crass excuse to be shitty to another person. Any idiot can be nasty, it's empathy that takes real brains."