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A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.
- Cicero
How odd to talk like this in the midst of such abundance! For the past eighteen months I have been living in and out of tune, a wanderer at the edge of the apocalypse. I have spent the hours in contemplative detachment gradually paring away boredom and despair and sculpting a new consciousness, in this, the final act of the Kali Yuga. As you know, I had a foreboding of the storms of the last three years and accordingly made the necessary financial arrangements, avoiding the devastating economic effects that befell some of my comrades. But there were other events occurring at oblique angles and coming in fast, for which I confess I was unprepared, knocking me sideways to the edge. I plunged my face into the chasm to see if I could determine depth, only to pull away with transformed conviction. Even the gods themselves would countenance the course of action upon which I then decided and which remains unrealised here, the Apollonian cults notwithstanding. Louis-Ferdinand Céline said being alone is preparation for death. Perhaps he overstated it a bit, but surely he had a point. As we move towards certain truths we become spiritually isolated from our fellows and by doing so achieve a ‘living death’. But we must look at it from a different perspective. Is it not a release? Is it not a kind of freedom, to penetrate the boundaries and go beyond? We become cyber-hoplites scouting along the frontier, pathfinders at the borders of the world. We press on. Death could come at any moment. There is no reason to be afraid. Stand up. Face the sun. Pick a fight!
- Taken From: Admiral Cod
