PROJECT “MOTHER”
It’s getting dark. This flaming Disc, for some hope and survival and for others fear and doom, will cease to mind us for long. And those who felt secure in this valley will now rush to take shelter. And they will stay there for as long as this cosmic warping requires. The praetors have yet to come to terms with the fluidity in the Law. In this ever forming, ephemeral and so diverse balance. They still maintain some shreds of faith, or some memory fragments of what our ancestors called Concern.
Evidently, those times are over and much water has gone under the bridge of our civilizations. We are now free of any sorrow, free of any reference to restraining actions. Our morality is ever-juvenile, carefree, it has become malleable as if it learnt to forgive but this is not how it is; if only it were. Simply, the Law was bent and persistent denial is not leading anywhere. Our own languages mingled, and negative ideas were systematically excluded from them before they were combined in a mesmerizingly smiling amalgam.
Memory is not encouraged, it is decadence, it prevents transcending towards the promise that is proclaimed to emerge with this civilization. Basic needs, which are not to be claimed, but still cover everything that credits you with the capacity to enjoy this uncertain Present that is offered, are necessary and sufficient conditions for your journey towards the Light.
A rounded set, as you have probably understood, my dear… A set of miscellaneous and inconsistent ideas that constitute a loose basis of oblivion and bribery. Is there anything more convenient than that? So, cherish this moment, cherish your very breath, cherish everything… Since even the slightest deviation will definitely lead to the end of the Sponsorship. And then, you yourselves will have to provide both for the shadow from the ionising brightness of the Disc and for your own defense during the Dark Time.
Few would manage under such circumstances. You see, to raise consciousness, some say, the predators and the nocturnal had been deliberately evolutionally guided. So, they overcame the fear of fire and now, though their simplistic system of conscious choices does not allow for its use, they do yet know that its users are often edible. Thus, punishment became inherent in our social fabric. It ceased to be something violent, something active. Rather simply, something just ceased to be offered.
Systemic insistence on mild duration has now obliterated all aspects. Sexless behavioral patterns contributed substantially. I have explained all that is happening, my beloved, time and again, but you still don’t see…
You do not wish to see, for if that becomes apparent, your participation in the Project “Mother” will not be safe at all, quite the opposite, actually. And always, the thought of descendants, made you smile.
I am sending you all my love, and I am asking you to visit me, least in those periods of Pause. I think that the medication administered does not have the desired effect. My treatment, therefore, is expected to last.
