Sunlit petals
curated no cure
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Hawkish

It was immediately evident that the official had military background. Probably a hashar, this close to the Kagan, security was uncompromising. No third-rate louts were allowed in here. Civilians could not be trusted with tasks of purely civilian character – the employment of these necessary tasks were in the hands of lieutenants and above. To be hawkish in such an environment, was nothing out of the ordinary. Rather hawkish was soft.
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The officials had constructed an image in their inner world of imagination - of reigning at the absolute pinnacle. The was an integral part of their being. He was far more than a superior. The imprint was so deep that it surpassed the boundaries of what, in the 21st century was referred to as psychology. The nerves were to sing the Kagans praise. The microsurgery was evident even with primitive imaging, and depending on where you looked, sometimes even to the naked eye. Be a hawk, not hawkish!"


Equidistant

Man was but an amoeba. In his imagination—though not in any mathematical sense—the edge of the Solar System seemed equidistant from the edge of the universe. Beyond a certain point, metrics lost their meaning. That truth applies to us as well. I don’t say this to be clever. The inhabitants of that bygone age faced profound neurological limitations—an obstacle that proved too difficult to overcome. Both the quantity and configuration of their neurons contributed to a superficial grasp of the world.
Humans were constrained in their capacity to visualize. They relied on machines, for the innermost nature of the universe was beyond their direct comprehension. Thus, they could understand—and not understand—at the same time.
After their fourth world war, it seemed only natural to believe that the ship had sailed for good. They sank into an era of subterranean existence—where knowledge remained accessible, but no longer applicable.



Pendulum

It was a rough time—one that played tricks on my mind. Although the people around me were kind, I could tell they pitied me. Their sympathy, while well-intentioned, was a poor substitute for what I had before everything fell apart. I faced adversity in both my finances and my health. Contrary to what some people believe, depression and anxiety, can be the opposite of each othe. When I delved inte depression, it was as if all the bad energy I had held in was being drained from me.
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And there wasn’t much destructive mental energy left to turn inward anymore. I had neither the strength nor the desire to do anything, while at the same time a blessed indifference settled over me like a blanket and extinguished the anxiety.
I had every reason to worry. So much weighed on me. When the energy slowly started to return, the apathy began to lift. And with it came a flood of anxiety. I’ve lost count of how many kinds of anxiety there are.


Transhumanism

The speed of evolution was glacially slow. When the parasite, the mitochondria, invaded the cell, things changed. Neither the cell nor the invading agent could survive on its own. After that, the velocity increased, but not even to the speed of a snail. Billions of years would pass before man took it's first steps across prairies and savannahs. Just as a chain reaction reaches a critical mass, so would evolution.
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