Before becoming a conqueror, one tastes the feeling of being the villain. Yet history is "heroes b*tch. War can not end without losers and winners. If you pursue its end, you must make all sides win, or perhaps all sides lose. Man is no god: one can only conquer or sacrifice. Greed is boundless, and resources are scarce. Consumers, thieves, climbers: we all seek to plant our monument at the highest peak. Builders, creators: that is our greatest blessing. Perhaps, in time, nothing will remain. In this world, particles and fundamental forces seem to be the only truth: In the end, nothing else matters. We all seek a purpose, a meaning to give our lives. We seek to fulfil the void in our hearts. To forget that, in the end, we are just lost in space and time, on the surface of a mote of dust, amidst countless galaxies; that the world we see, we don't really understand, for this might just be a tiny 3rd-dimensional slice of the truth. Seeking to fill that void, we forget our path. We forget those who we trample and those who we owe. We forget that, in the end, everything is fleeting and insignificant. Those who wield the world at the tips of their fingers forget: To what end do they hold on to that much power? To what end do they pursue more? Wars are just the consequence of two sides pulling one rope in opposite directions. Skirmishes end fast because there's a player that overpowers everyone else. War has been ever-present in our lives. From swords to guns, from guns to nukes... Words are just vibrations of molecules suspended in the air: yet their words are words of power. Even our emotions have become part of their game. The path we take should be all that matters. Yet our greed pushes us to that instant where we stand above thousands, perhaps millions. And now what? Most of us here will feel indifferent. It's a tragedy in our little scene. A source of amusement for higher beings that might or might not observe us. Live on, fellow sapiens. I'm no hero nor sacrifice; neither conqueror: Even if all I build will end up buried in the dunes of time, why not?
@@kepler_22b83 live on fellow sapien, live on.... That was the most beautiful poem about universal truth that i have ever read, as continue to write my book i will remember your words, i won t steal them, but my characters internal inspiration will be mostly based on this beauty, and long after they have become gods, the truth will remain in their hearts Thankyou for such humanity laid so bare,
Bellísimo, Intenso, Emocionante, Melancólico, Mucho mucho más, de verdad, Muchísimas Grasias por ésto, enserio, espero poder usarlo a futuro,... Todo! Enserio, en verdad muchísimas grasias grasias, enserio, cuando se hacé un vídeo con música e imágenes animadas cómo estás así, uno puede imaginarse e ir sintiendo y deduciendo la historia de fondo... Es Hermoso, es Perfecto que sólo una ecena y la música te ayuden a transmitir o entender y Sentir Toda la Obra! Es Brillante!!! De Verdad, Brillante!!!... Enserio, ojalá vernos algúna vez, un Gran Saludo y Agradecimiento a Todos. 👋😊☺️🙂
"There are only children and women. Where are the men?" She asked. Her feet were bare. She wanted to feel the dry mud between the toes. The gentle graze of fields on hand. "War" Suzanne close behind her answered in one word. She walked towards them. Towards the family reaping what their father or husband's sowed. Something rare for one from Gilia's family. For someone from any of the lords of this land. But then again she was not from here. " War is over." She answered to Suzanne. "You people won, didn't you? If not then why am I here? " "Your marriage sealed the deal to peace. True! But a war is a war, Mam. It asks for its price. When it's going on and afterwards too. " Suzanne followed her. "And they....we are still paying it." The wife of the eldest prince extended her arms to a small boy. He grabbed it with both his hands. They were flaky. Skin peeling off. She handed him her bangle. Too big for his size. But he still smiled when it shined under the dying sun. "So am I" she said handing him the other bangle and turning away. But with a promise to return.
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Go out, go to forests, to the grasslands. Sit and lisend to wind, lisend to the tale's it carry. The tales of time...
I am Immersed in the sea of dazzling time and washed by the waves of soothing time
But
Time ruthlessly destroys our precious memories little by little
A person who wins a war is a hero.A person who stops a war is a legend
Before becoming a conqueror, one tastes the feeling of being the villain.
Yet history is "heroes b*tch.
War can not end without losers and winners.
If you pursue its end, you must make all sides win, or perhaps all sides lose.
Man is no god: one can only conquer or sacrifice.
Greed is boundless, and resources are scarce.
Consumers, thieves, climbers: we all seek to plant our monument at the highest peak.
Builders, creators: that is our greatest blessing.
Perhaps, in time, nothing will remain.
In this world, particles and fundamental forces seem to be the only truth:
In the end, nothing else matters.
We all seek a purpose, a meaning to give our lives.
We seek to fulfil the void in our hearts.
To forget that, in the end, we are just lost in space and time, on the surface of a mote of dust, amidst countless galaxies; that the world we see, we don't really understand, for this might just be a tiny 3rd-dimensional slice of the truth.
Seeking to fill that void, we forget our path.
We forget those who we trample and those who we owe.
We forget that, in the end, everything is fleeting and insignificant.
Those who wield the world at the tips of their fingers forget:
To what end do they hold on to that much power?
To what end do they pursue more?
Wars are just the consequence of two sides pulling one rope in opposite directions.
Skirmishes end fast because there's a player that overpowers everyone else.
War has been ever-present in our lives.
From swords to guns, from guns to nukes...
Words are just vibrations of molecules suspended in the air: yet their words are words of power.
Even our emotions have become part of their game.
The path we take should be all that matters.
Yet our greed pushes us to that instant where we stand above thousands, perhaps millions.
And now what?
Most of us here will feel indifferent.
It's a tragedy in our little scene.
A source of amusement for higher beings that might or might not observe us.
Live on, fellow sapiens.
I'm no hero nor sacrifice; neither conqueror:
Even if all I build will end up buried in the dunes of time, why not?
@@kepler_22b83 live on fellow sapien, live on.... That was the most beautiful poem about universal truth that i have ever read, as continue to write my book i will remember your words, i won t steal them, but my characters internal inspiration will be mostly based on this beauty, and long after they have become gods, the truth will remain in their hearts
Thankyou for such humanity laid so bare,
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Bellísimo, Intenso, Emocionante, Melancólico, Mucho mucho más, de verdad, Muchísimas Grasias por ésto, enserio, espero poder usarlo a futuro,... Todo! Enserio, en verdad muchísimas grasias grasias, enserio, cuando se hacé un vídeo con música e imágenes animadas cómo estás así, uno puede imaginarse e ir sintiendo y deduciendo la historia de fondo... Es Hermoso, es Perfecto que sólo una ecena y la música te ayuden a transmitir o entender y Sentir Toda la Obra! Es Brillante!!! De Verdad, Brillante!!!... Enserio, ojalá vernos algúna vez, un Gran Saludo y Agradecimiento a Todos. 👋😊☺️🙂
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"There are only children and women. Where are the men?" She asked. Her feet were bare. She wanted to feel the dry mud between the toes. The gentle graze of fields on hand.
"War" Suzanne close behind her answered in one word.
She walked towards them. Towards the family reaping what their father or husband's sowed.
Something rare for one from Gilia's family. For someone from any of the lords of this land. But then again she was not from here.
" War is over." She answered to Suzanne. "You people won, didn't you? If not then why am I here? "
"Your marriage sealed the deal to peace. True! But a war is a war, Mam. It asks for its price. When it's going on and afterwards too. " Suzanne followed her. "And they....we are still paying it."
The wife of the eldest prince extended her arms to a small boy. He grabbed it with both his hands. They were flaky. Skin peeling off. She handed him her bangle. Too big for his size. But he still smiled when it shined under the dying sun.
"So am I" she said handing him the other bangle and turning away. But with a promise to return.