When Wolves Attack

The wolves were thin and hungry. “We are wolves surrounded by a sea of sheep, we should not suffer this indignity!” said one. And so the wolves rallied, strengthening their ranks as they sharpened their fangs. When ready, they wandered beyond their territory, beyond the fences where the unsuspecting flocks lived. Their first strike was quick and the slaughter began.

But watching from their perched position on the Isle of Dragons, the dragons did not appreciate the aggression of the wolves. They sent their sentries to investigate. The wolves were in a vicious state and paid no mind to what the dragons said, even nipping at their heels as they chased them back to their island.

Of course, it’s never wise to irritate dragons. They are masters of the sea and sky. Soon the wolves would know what it meant for the sky to fall, for fire to rain, for tornadoes of flame to engulf and burn, and how those that take to the skies have friends in high places. For in the air, the eagles soar, masters of a vast wilderness, able to bring great resources wherever they’re needed.

But the wolves continued, believing in their own ferocity. The wolves felt themselves penned in, so they sought expansion and endless lands to roam — they looked east to where potential existed. Although those foolhardy wolves knew of the bears, they simply never realized how many actually lived among the bramble.

Besides, those bears were lean and looked as though they had nothing. The wolves gathered in their formation at the border of bear territory and began their attack. But for every bear that fell, it seemed as though two filled its place. The wolves tired themselves out by the slaughter. Soon it was as if three bears rose for every one that fell.

Unbeknownst to the wolves, the great eagles of big-sky country saw what was happening and dropped what was necessary to aid the bears. Then came the winter — so many wolves simply froze in place, unaware of how harsh the cold-lands could become. But while one side of the wolves froze solid in their ranks, the other side was roasted by dragon’s fire.

Long did the wolves howl at the border of the bears, but long did the bears hold their ground, one fallen body at a time. And like a spring compressed, the bears were pushed to a point so pressurized, that they eventually propelled forward with a frightening ferocity. The wolves knew not if their legs trembled from fear or if the ground simply shook, as bears charged full of rage.

Battered and starved for so long, the bears consumed everything along the way as they headed toward the homeland of the wolves. While from the west, the great eagles landed. Crushed between two unstoppable forces, the wolves retreated as much as they could. It would not be long before it was over.

And so it was, the eagles and the bears met and divided the wolf-lands between them. It was discovered how the wolves fed upon their own and committed atrocities unforgivable. The wolves were promptly defanged and watched like hawks, even to this day. But such is life in the animal kingdom, a world of beasts and brutes and violence unbounded.


E Pluribus Unum

The fictional tales of The Gentleman from Massachusetts
Circa 2014. Massachusetts.

Many believe this nation won a war over half a century ago. But friends, that war was not won, the enemy only lay dormant. The enemy was, and always will be, the idea of difference amongst people, that some are better than others, and deserve more.

When we place others within groups and proclaim one of higher value than another, we plant the seeds of ruin. Because when times get tough, who will bear the brunt of sacrifice? And in better times, who will endure exploitation?

This enemy does not have a face, but rests within the minds of mankind. In that time not so long ago, those within this nation fought to suppress this enemy, winning the battle, and so created a period of unity and prosperity unseen in the modern era. But it has returned.

With ignorance of its true form, believing themselves victors, the people lost their vigilance. Friends, now is our time to combat this pestilence, this disease of the mind. Laws placed upon bodies can not endure, as it is only through the unity of our collective consciousness, that this war can be won.

Tearing down the borders between us and them, we are left as one. Believing ourselves created from a single source, without distinct worth, sharing the same struggles, only then will we realize our full potential, only then will we form a united whole, and only then will we as a people ever truly prosper.

Conflicted Dichotomy

Two factions seek to rule:
Man seeking to please God.
Man seeking to please himself.
Prophets versus profiteers.

Some seek to satisfy His law upon earth,
exploiting the spiritual, shunning the natural.
Some seek to satisfy worldly cravings,
exploiting earth and inhabitants.

Some masquerade as others.
And as life creates both sides,
there exists an absence of righteousness,
interpretations and implementations vary.

The zealots of each stir the world,
leaving no bystanders, only participants.
Swept up in the tumult and unrest,
without choice, actors until The End.

Inner Peace

We ask for a world at peace. Yet, we quarrel within our countries, within our regions, within our towns, within our neighborhoods, within our families, within ourselves. Does the world not reflect our own internal strife?

How can one ask for peace, without even having a mind at peace? Is this not hypocrisy? So drop your weapons — anger, hate, fear, anxiety, selfishness, obsession. Release them, letting them fall from you. Peace begins from within, cascading outwards.

With gentle persistence, quell the rebellion in your mind. With constant vigilance, guard against malignant thoughts seeking residence. Even if bestowed to the world, how could tranquility exist amongst a billion raging storms?

How can we expect harmony without preparing for its reception? We may believe ourselves incapable of affecting global serenity, yet it cannot come without a suitable environment. In order to facilitate its arrival, let us first pacify our thoughts.

Modern Crowns

In the Bhagavad Gita, Arjuna was trained to be a warrior, that’s what his family did, that’s what his culture supported — so conflicts were settled on the battlefield. But today, we are not trained to be warriors, that kind of violence would be out of character in our culture. Those in the upper echelons of the military no longer live in palaces. To see where society places its crowns, look at who has the money and resources, who is adorned in finery, living in the largest homes. It’s no longer soldiers, but businessmen. And while this is obvious in some respects, there are some not so obvious aspects.

Kings conquered and expanded their kingdoms, that’s what they did, it’s what they were praised for. And we can see the same thing in the business realm, corporations takeover and expand, some even span the globe, the bigger the better. A king could seize someone’s land, and now a bank does that. A king could punish someone for speaking out against him, and businesses with their lawyers can do that as well. A king had a kingdom filled with workers that relied on him for sustenance and a livelihood — businesses provide that now.

But if businesses are the means of sustenance and livelihood, then the business realm is more than a game of collecting coins, it literally has life and death consequences. In many ways, we in the modern realm are no less under the auspices of a small set of wealthy elites than the subjects of a kingdom. And this is not a judgement against that setup, it’s just an observation: it appears that the underlying structure of society doesn’t change much — people change clothes and vocabulary, but the underlying principles remain.

But when subjects feel they are treated unfairly, there’s often some form of revolt. But if a major rebalancing were to take place in the modern age, it seems unlikely that it would be violent — as that would be out of character — too primitive. The resources of modern kings are not kept in vaults or storehouses, they are virtual, mere mental constructs. Fortunes are stored in databases, popularity determines support, and word travels quickly around the globe. So a modern revolt would more likely take place within this virtual setting.

And of course, little change occurs from an insurrection, the crowns just change heads in exchange for a little more fairness, a fairness that erodes over time — and the cycle repeats.

Cyclic Futility

An odd thought I had today: even though the Axis powers were defeated, murderous despotic regimes still came into power, yet they were under the guise of “communism” instead of “fascism”.

It’s as if tyranny was going to come to fruition at that particular time period no matter what. And eventually, the two major Axis countries both rose from the ashes to become global powerhouses — so they still ended up doing well for themselves.

Perhaps this speaks to the futility of war in some way, perhaps it has to do with the inevitability of certain upheavals, or perhaps it has to do with a constant cycle of conflict, who knows.