P44 - FacistiaAnd who do we fight,who does ill us so?At whom do we aimand strike with our blows?Some 'owner' of us?some keeper of lives?Do we rebel in disgustagainst some stealer of hives?A freedom was wonin the years of our growth;and that freedom was takenfrom you and I both.
P43 - AuthoritariaWith words of command,we send the men out.Their women and children;are sent too, no doubt.So together they march,and one by one fall,and we move our ships onforgetting them all.More worlds to discover,and each one enslave,more worlds to enlist,and send to their graves.
P42 - TotalariaA clear, blank mind,the most beautiful thing;a canvas, a page,devoid of all sin.To mark the white space,to design him anew;to create our own slave;what else would we do?And glancing aroundwe find millions more;and we write on them too,as we gather for war.
P41 - ManifestationsGive me a momentand I'll spin these letters together;my eternal webof words.And this web I will weave,into the finest of cloths,and mop your browwith the nectarof this universe.
P40 - Don't Ever StopLife does not end.The World does notend.Things spin,at their barest,and this is enough.Though the lighthousesof our soulsmay fall,and crumble into anoceanof indiscriminate darknessthe world carries on.Though the firesof one thousand hells,the judgmentsof one thousand heavens,the scolding wordsof one thousand school-teachers,and the end of all we knowmay engulf us,the world carries on.Because it spins.It turns,slowly,carelessly,through this black void,falling between stars and dust,dancing its eternal danceacross the heavensand through the hellsand kissing the breathof the very universe in which it is,and thisis enoughfor us.
P39 - The WellHe lifts another bucketfrom his well of souls,white hands workingas the formless figuresrise once more.No sweat fallsfrom his ageless brow,no breath drawsthrough his open mouth,as he pullspulls the lives closera Master of destiny.
P38 - SwansOne million shardsof planet,darting outwards,into the black;piercingthe eternal night,beginningtheir eternal flight,a swan song.The last one.
P37 - CyclicSun looks up,toward the black;tells herself,'no going back'.
P36 - ShornSun is risen,winter born;all the treesnewly shorn.
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