“Like ever expanding and contracting universes, the role of man withinthe competing power structures is to always swallow, accept, and thenrebel – and then overthrow. These things come and go in cycles, andthey always have. They always will! The force of rebellion, of disobedience and dissent are the onlytrue meaningful pursuits (which could be conceived of as moral). Therebel does not seek an affirmation of power; rather, he seeks to negatethe imposition of power upon himself. This negation is meaningfulbecause it is an ongoing requiem for the inviolability of man’s soul,hovering ghost like amidst the ruins of the physical world.However, once the rebel has ousted whichever repressive elite,the mathematics of the Game pretty much guarantee that the vacuumis filled immediately. We must try and break this mathematicalcertainty, and not become brutal too. It is self evident that the currentparadigm has gone on for long enough. Civil society will explode eachtime the social hierarchies become too atavistic, too unfair, tooimbalanced. Man will no longer accept ruling families which state: “Allthis is mine” whilst his very own mother and father fight for the smalldignity of paying the rent and bringing healthy food to the table. The time has come, my friends, and we are each others catalystsin the cycle which must grind on. Thy will be done on Earth, my darlingpeople, for there is no Heaven.” –
Baron Hermehildo Xavier Faustano, excerpt of his exit speech, uponhis expulsion from the Order of Malta in 1968.
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It had been a few days since the world had entirely gone to Hell.Everyone left alive had gone to Hell, and they were so consumed byanger and madness that they did not stop to think where all the deadhad gone. If I could tell you a major urban space had escaped withoutbeing incinerated, I would. I also wish I could tell you that thecountryside was not overrun by marauding gangs who behaved morepoorly than the horsemen of the Apocalypse in their treatment of thenice simple folk who just wanted to try and get along. No one got alongafter springtime 2008 on this fine planet, Earth, and no one knewwhose fault it was. Certainly not theirs, and if it wasn’t theirs, then theguilty must pay. Several decades of meaninglessness and thepromotion of Isiah Berlin’s negative freedoms on the people had leftthem a little mad. John Smith looked out over London, and he held back the tears.“Must not allow the emotions to control me”, he thought. Before himlaid a city in ruins, with a massive cavity in the middle where thebomb, or bombs, had gone off. The Gherkin, Natwest Tower, andCanada Tower were all toppled. The latter was brought down by three