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Tuesday 21 January 2020

MY APPETITE KNOWS NO LIMITS






The lineage of the Patriarchs, not only defines the structure of the tree-of-life, but delineates a cleansing process, whereby the holy sparks of life were separated from the inherent evil inclinations with each generation. 

Ishmael was born first and received the brunt of any negativity Abraham had to pass on. 

Esau was born first and likewise received most of the negativity that Isaac had to pass on, which set up the dynamic of good vs evil between the two brothers 
Jacob and Esau.







20 And Isaac was forty years old when he took Rebekah to wife, the daughter of Bethuel the Syrian of Padanaram, the sister to Laban the Syrian.

21 And Isaac intreated the LORD for his wife, because she was barren: and the LORD was intreated of him, and Rebekah his wife conceived.


22 And the children struggled together within her; and she said, If it be so, why am I thus? And she went to enquire of the LORD.

23 And the LORD said unto her, Two nations are in thy womb, and two manner of people shall be separated from thy bowels; and the one people shall be stronger than the other people; and the elder shall serve the younger.

24 And when her days to be delivered were fulfilled, behold, there were twins in her womb.

25 And the first came out red, all over like an hairy garment; and they called his name Esau.

26 And after that came his brother out, and his hand took hold on Esau's heel; and his name was called Jacob: and Isaac was threescore years old when she bare them.

27 And the boys grew: and Esau was a cunning hunter, a man of the field; and Jacob was a plain man, dwelling in tents.

28 And Isaac loved Esau, because he did eat of his venison: but Rebekah loved Jacob.

29 And Jacob sod pottage: and Esau came from the field, and he was faint:

30 And Esau said to Jacob, Feed me, I pray thee, with that same red pottage; for I am faint: therefore was his name called Edom.

31 And Jacob said, Sell me this day thy birthright.

32 And Esau said, Behold, I am at the point to die: and what profit shall this birthright do to me?

33 And Jacob said, Swear to me this day; and he sware unto him: and he sold his birthright unto Jacob.

34 Then Jacob gave Esau bread and pottage of lentiles; and he did eat and drink, and rose up, and went his way: thus Esau despised his birthright.

OF THE DARKENING OF VALINOR 

When Manwë heard of the ways that Melkor had taken, it seemed plain to him that he purposed to escape to his old strongholds in the north of Middle-earth; and Oromë and Tulkas went with all speed northward, seeking to overtake him if they might, but they found no trace or rumour of him beyond the shores of the Teleri, in the unpeopled wastes that drew near to the Ice. 

Thereafter the watch was redoubled along the northern fences of Aman; but to no purpose, for ere ever the pursuit set out Melkor had turned back, and in secrecy passed away far to the south. For he was yet as one of the Valar, and could change his form, or walk unclad, as could his brethren; though that power he was soon to lose for ever. 

Thus unseen he came at last to the dark region of Avathar. That narrow land lay south of the Bay of Eldamar, beneath the eastern feet of the Pelóri, and its long and mournful shores stretched away into the south, lightless and unexplored. There, beneath the sheer walls of the mountains and the cold dark sea, the shadows were deepest and thickest in the world; and there in Avathar, secret and unknown, Ungoliant had made her abode. 

The Eldar knew not whence she came; but some have said that in ages long before she descended from the darkness that lies about Arda, when Melkor first looked down in envy upon the Kingdom of Manwë, and that in the beginning she was one of those that he corrupted to his service. 

But she had disowned her Master, desiring to be mistress of her own lust, taking all things to herself to feed her emptiness; and she fled to the south, escaping the assaults of the Valar and the hunters of Oromë, for their vigilance had ever been to the north, and the south was long unheeded. 

Thence she had crept towards the light of the Blessed Realm; for she hungered for light and hated it. In a ravine she lived, and took shape as a spider of monstrous form, weaving her black webs in a cleft of the mountains. There she sucked up all light that she could find, and spun it forth again in dark nets of strangling gloom, until no light more could come to her abode; and she was famished. 

Now Melkor came to Avathar and sought her out; and he put on again the form that he had worn as the tyrant of Utumno: a dark Lord, tall and terrible. In that form he remained ever after. There in the black shadows, beyond the sight even of Manwë in his highest halls, Melkor with Ungoliant plotted his revenge. But when Ungoliant understood the purpose of Melkor, she was torn between lust and great fear; for she was loath to dare the perils of Aman and the power of the dreadful Lords, and she would not stir from her hiding. Therefore Melkor said to her: ‘Do as I bid; and if thou hunger still when all is done, then I will give thee whatsoever thy lust may demand. Yea, with both hands.’ Lightly he made this vow, as he ever did; and he laughed in his heart. Thus did the great thief set his lure for the lesser. A cloak of darkness she wove about them when Melkor and Ungoliant set forth: an Unlight, in which things seemed to be no more, and which eyes could not pierce, for it was void. Then slowly she wrought her webs: rope by rope from cleft to cleft, from jutting rock to pinnacle of stone, ever climbing upwards, crawling and clinging, until at last she reached the very summit of Hyarmentir, the highest mountain in that region of the world, far south of great Taniquetil. There the Valar were not vigilant; for west of the Pelóri was an empty land in twilight, and eastward the mountains looked out, save for forgotten Avathar, only upon the dim waters of the pathless sea. But now upon the mountain-top dark Ungoliant lay; and she made a ladder of woven ropes and cast it down, and Melkor climbed upon it and came to that high place, and stood beside her, looking down upon the Guarded Realm. Below them lay the woods of Oromë, and westward shimmered the fields and pastures of Yavanna, gold beneath the tall wheat of the gods. But Melkor looked north, and saw afar the shining plain, and the silver domes of Valmar gleaming in the mingling of the lights of Telperion and Laurelin. Then Melkor laughed aloud, and leapt swiftly down the long western slopes; and Ungoliant was at his side, and her darkness covered them. Now it was a time of festival, as Melkor knew well. Though all tides and seasons were at the will of the Valar, and in Valinor there was no winter of death, nonetheless they dwelt then in the Kingdom of Arda, and that was but a small realm in the halls of Eä, whose life is Time, which flows ever from the first note to the last chord of Eru. And even as it was then the delight of the Valar (as is told in the Ainulindalë) to clothe themselves as in a vesture in the forms of the Children of Ilúvatar, so also did they eat and drink, and gather the fruits of Yavanna from the Earth, which under Eru they had made. Therefore Yavanna set times for the flowering and the ripening of all things that grew in Valinor; and at each first gathering of fruits Manwë made a high feast for the praising of Eru, when all the peoples of Valinor poured forth their joy in music and song upon Taniquetil. This now was the hour, and Manwë decreed a feast more glorious than any that had been held since the coming of the Eldar to Aman. For though the escape of Melkor portended toils and sorrows to come, and indeed none could tell what further hurts would be done to Arda ere he could be subdued again, at this time Manwë designed to heal the evil that had arisen among the Noldor; and all were bidden to come to his halls upon Taniquetil, there to put aside the griefs that lay between their princes, and forget utterly the lies of their Enemy. There came the Vanyar, and there came the Noldor of Tirion, and the Maiar were gathered together, and the Valar were arrayed in their beauty and majesty; and they sang before Manwë and Varda in their lofty halls, or danced upon the green slopes of the Mountain that looked west towards the Trees. In that day the streets of Valmar were empty, and the stairs of Tirion were silent; and all the land lay sleeping in peace. Only the Teleri beyond the mountains still sang upon the shores of the sea; for they recked little of seasons or times, and gave no thought to the cares of the Rulers of Arda, or the shadow that had fallen on Valinor, for it had not touched them, as yet. One thing only marred the design of Manwë. Fëanor came indeed, for him alone Manwë had commanded to come; but Finwë came not, nor any others of the Noldor of Formenos. For said Finwë: ‘While the ban lasts upon Fëanor my son, that he may not go to Tirion, I hold myself unkinged, and I will not meet my people.’ And Fëanor came not in raiment of festival, and he wore no ornament, neither silver nor gold nor any gem; and he denied the sight of the Silmarils to the Valar and the Eldar, and left them locked in Formenos in their chamber of iron. Nevertheless he met Fingolfin before the throne of Manwë, and was reconciled, in word; and Fingolfin set at naught the unsheathing of the sword. For Fingolfin held forth his hand, saying: ‘As I promised, I do now. I release thee, and remember no grievance.’ Then Fëanor took his hand in silence; but Fingolfin said: ‘Half-brother in blood, full brother in heart will I be. Thou shalt lead and I will follow. May no new grief divide us.’ ‘I hear thee,’ said Fëanor. ‘So be it.’ But they did not know the meaning that their words would bear. It is told that even as Fëanor and Fingolfin stood before Manwë there came the mingling of the lights, when both Trees were shining, and the silent city of Valmar was filled with a radiance of silver and gold. And in that very hour Melkor and Ungoliant came hastening over the fields of Valinor, as the shadow of a black cloud upon the wind fleets over the sunlit earth; and they came before the green mound Ezellohar. Then the Unlight of Ungoliant rose up even to the roots of the Trees, and Melkor sprang upon the mound; and with his black spear he smote each Tree to its core, wounded them deep, and their sap poured forth as it were their blood, and was spilled upon the ground. But Ungoliant sucked it up, and going then from Tree to Tree she set her black beak to their wounds, till they were drained; and the poison of Death that was in her went into their tissues and withered them, root, branch, and leaf; and they died. 

And still she thirsted, and going to the Wells of Varda she drank them dry; but Ungoliant belched forth black vapours as she drank, and swelled to a shape so vast and hideous that Melkor was afraid

So the great darkness fell upon Valinor. Of the deeds of that day much is told in the Aldudénië, that Elemmírë of the Vanyar made and is known to all the Eldar. Yet no song or tale could contain all the grief and terror that then befell. The Light failed; but the Darkness that followed was more than loss of light. 

In that hour was made a Darkness that seemed not lack but a thing with being of its own: for it was indeed made by malice out of Light, and it had power to pierce the eye, and to enter heart and mind, and strangle the very will. Varda looked down from Taniquetil, and beheld the Shadow soaring up in sudden towers of gloom; Valmar had foundered in a deep sea of night. Soon the Holy Mountain stood alone, a last island in a world that was drowned. All song ceased. There was silence in Valinor, and no sound could be heard, save only from afar there came on the wind through the pass of the mountains the wailing of the Teleri like the cold cry of gulls. For it blew chill from the East in that hour, and the vast shadows of the sea were rolled against the walls of the shore. But Manwë from his high seat looked out, and his eyes alone pierced through the night, until they saw a Darkness beyond dark which they could not penetrate, huge but far away, moving now northward with great speed; and he knew that Melkor had come and gone. Then the pursuit was begun; and the earth shook beneath the horses of the host of Oromë, and the fire that was stricken from the hooves of Nahar was the first light that returned to Valinor. But so soon as any came up with the Cloud of Ungoliant the riders of the Valar were blinded and dismayed, and they were scattered, and went they knew not whither; and the sound of the Valaróma faltered and failed. And Tulkas was as one caught in a black net at night, and he stood powerless and beat the air in vain. But when the Darkness had passed, it was too late: Melkor had gone whither he would, and his vengeance was achieved.



INT. CIA HEADQUARTERS - LOBBY - DAY (1970)

The SEAL of the CIA:  
"You shall know The Truth 
and The Truth shall 
make you free." 
 We CRANE BACK, revealing that the seal is on the floor of the LOBBY as NIXON strides in with his ENTOURAGE.

LT. GENERAL ROBERT CUSHMAN hurries out, ruffled, to meet NIXON.

 CUSHMAN 
Mr. President, I don't know what to say. 
As soon as we learned from the Secret Service you were en route, the Director was notified. 
He should be here any minute.

 NIXON 
Where the hell is he?

 CUSHMAN 
Uh, he's rushing back from his tennis game, sir ...

 NIXON (impatient) 
So ... let's go ...

 CUSHMAN (walking with Nixon) 
He told me to take you to his conference room.

 NIXON 
No. His office. (aside) 
I want a very private conversation. 
I don't want to be bugged.

 CUSHMAN 
Then his office will be fine.

INT. OPERATIONS CENTER & HELM'S OFFICE - DAY

They walk past ANALYSTS laboring in isolation behind Plexiglass walls; the hum of computers, a dark austerity to the place. 
They all glance up as NIXON strides past.

 NIXON 
How's the job coming, Bob?

 CUSHMAN 
Frankly, sir, it stinks. I have no access. 
I'm lucky Helms lets me have a staff.

 NIXON (ominous) 
We'll see about that ...

 CUSHMAN (sensing change) 
He's nervous, sir. 
He's heard you're looking 
for a new director.

 NIXON 
Well, he certainly isn't acting like it.

 CUSHMAN 
That's Helms. He's "sang-froid," 
a world-class poker player.

 NIXON (under his breath) 
Yeah? Well, I own the fucking casino.

INT. HELMS OFFICE - DAY

A DUTY OFFICER opens the door 
of The Director's office with a flourish. 
NIXON catches RICHARD HELMS throwing 
his trench coat and tennis racket 
on a chair, obviously hurrying in 
from a secret door. 
Helms spots Nixon, extends his hand 
with a reptilian smile.

 HELMS 
I'm honored, Dick, that you've come 
all this way out here to Virginia 
to visit us at last.

 NIXON 
My friends call me "Mister President."

 HELMS 
And so shall I. 
(to Cushman) 
Arrange some coffee, would you General Cushman?

Cushman stares back a beat, bitterly. 
Nixon signals to Haldeman and Ehrlichman that he, too, wants to be alone. The door closes.

 NIXON 
Robert Cushman is a lieutenant general in the Marine Corps, the Deputy Director of the CIA ... and this is what you use him for?

 HELMS 
I didn't choose him as my deputy, Mr. President. You did.

Nixon paces the office, which is festooned with photos, awards and an abundance of flowers, particularly orchids. A collector.

 NIXON 
You live pretty well out here. Now I understand why you want to keep your budget classified.

Helms sits on a settee, a hard-to-read man.

 HELMS 
I suppose, "Mister President," you're unhappy that we have not implemented your Domestic Intelligence plan, but ...

NIXON 
You're correct. 
I'm concerned these students are being funded by foreign interests, whether they know it or not. 
The FBI is worthless in this area. 
I want your full concentration on this matter ...

HELMS 
Of course we've tried, but so far we've come up with nothing that ...

 NIXON (stern) 
Then find something. And I want these leaks stopped.
 Jack Anderson, the New York Times, the State Department -- 
I want to know who's talking to them.

 HELMS 
I'm sure you realize this is a very tricky area, Mr. President, given our charter and the congressional oversight committees ...

NIXON 
Screw congressional oversight. I know damn well, going back to the '50's, this agency reports what it wants, and buries what it doesn't want Congress to know. 
I pay close attention to this.

Nixon fixes him with his stare. 
Helms clears his throat.

 HELMS 
Is there something else that's bothering you, Mr. President?

 NIXON 
Yes ... It involves some old and forgotten papers. 
Things I signed as Vice President. 
I want the originals in my office and I don't want copies anywhere else.

Now knowing Nixon's cards, Helms relaxes -- about an inch.

 HELMS 
You're referring, of course, to chairing the Special Operations Group as Vice President.

 NIXON 
Yes ...

Helms wanders over to his prize orchids, fingers them.

HELMS 
As you know ... that was unique. Not so much an operation as much as ... an organic phenomenon. 
It grew, it changed shape, it developed ... appetites
(then) It's not uncommon in such cases that things are not committed to paper. 
That could be very ... embarrassing.

Nixon is embarrassed, and does not like it
Suddenly, The Beast is in the room.

 HELMS (CONT'D) (reminding him) 
I, for one, saw to it that my name was never connected to any of those operations.

On Nixon, waiting.

 HELMS (CONT'D) (fishing) 
Diem? Trujillo? Lumumba? Guatemala? Cuba? 
... It's a shame you didn't take similar precautions, Dick.

 NIXON (very uncomfortable) 
I'm interested in the documents that put your people together with 
... the others. All of them ...

A beat. This is the fastball. Helms pours himself a coffee.

 HELMS 
President Kennedy threatened to smash the CIA into a thousand pieces. 
You could do the same ...

 NIXON 
I'm not Jack Kennedy. 
Your agency is secure.

 HELMS (stirs the coffee) 
Not if I give you all the cards ...

 NIXON 
I promised the American people peace with honor in Southeast Asia. 
That could take time -- two, maybe three years 
... In the meantime, your agency will continue at current levels of funding.

 HELMS (sips his coffee) 
Current levels may not be sufficient.

 NIXON 
The President would support a reasonable request for an increase.

Helms smiles.

 HELMS 
And me? ...

 NIXON
Of course you'll continue as DCI, Dick -. 
You're doing a magnificent job.

 HELMS 
And of course I accept. I'm flattered. 
And I want you to know, I work for only one president at a time.

 NIXON 
Yes. And you will give General Cushman full access.

 HELMS (grudgingly accepts that) 
It will take a little time, but I'll order a search for your papers. 
Though it does raise a disturbing issue.

 NIXON 
What?

 HELMS 
Mr. Castro.

 NIXON (tense) 
Yes.

 HELMS 
We have recent intelligence that a Soviet nuclear submarine has docked at Cienfuegos.

 NIXON 
Well, we'll lodge a formal protest.

 HELMS
I don't think we can treat this as a formality. Mr. Kennedy made a verbal promise to the Russians not to invade Cuba. But you authorized Dr. Kissinger to put this in writing.

Nixon is taken aback by Helms's inside knowledge.

 NIXON 
Are you tapping Kissinger...?

 HELMS 
My job, unpleasant sometimes, is to know what others don't want me to know.

 NIXON (cold) 
Not if you have spies in the White House, it isn't your job.

 HELMS 
It is not my practice to spy on The President. Doctor Kissinger manages to convey his innermost secrets to the world at large on his own.

 NIXON (absorbs this) 
We’ve  lived with Communism in Cuba for ten years ...

 HELMS 
... But it has never been the policy of this government to accept that. 
And it is certainly not CIA policy.

 NIXON 
CIA policy? The CIA has no policy, Mr. Helms. 
Except what I dictate to you ... (beat, they stare at each other
I try to adjust to the world as it is today, not as you or I wanted it to be ten years ago.

HELMS 
Is that why you and Kissinger are negotiating with the Chinese?

A beat. Nixon stares.

 HELMS (CONT'D) 
This is an extremely dangerous direction, Mr. President. 
Terrible consequences can result from 
such enormous errors in judgement.

 NIXON 
But ... if we were able to separate China 
from Russia once and for all, we can -- 
we could create a balance of power 
that would secure the peace 
into the next century.

 HELMS 
By offering Cuba to the Russians as a consolation prize?

 NIXON 
Cuba would be a small price to pay.

 HELMS 
So President Kennedy thought.

A disturbing image suddenly appears in Nixon's mind -- KENNEDY with his head blown off in Dallas. 
Followed by an IMAGE of his own death. In a coffin.

The smell of the orchids in the room is overwhelming. 
Nixon feels himself dizzy.

NIXON 
I never thought Jack was ready for the presidency. 
But I would never, never consider ... (then
His death was awful, an awful thing for this country. 
(then) Do you ever think of Death, Dick?

HELMS 
Flowers are continual reminders of our mortality. 
Do you appreciate flowers?

 NIXON 
No. They make me sick. 
They smell like death ... I had two brothers die young. 

But let me tell you, 
there are worse things 
than Death. 
There is such a thing as Evil.

 HELMS 
You must be familiar with my favorite poem 
by Yeats? "The Second Coming"?

 NIXON 
No.

 HELMS 
Black Irishman. Very moving. 
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
The falcon cannot hear the falconer,
Things fall apart
The Centre cannot hold,
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
And everywhere, the ceremony 
of innocence is drowned,
The best lack all conviction, 
while the worst are full 
of passionate intensity" ... 

But it ends so beautifully ominous -- 
"What rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?" ... 

Yes -- This Country stands at such a juncture. 

Tuesday 9 April 2019

FARTHER



[After Kal-El and Lois sleep together in the Fortress of Solitude, Kal-El addresses the image of his father, Jor-El]

Jor-El: 
The people of Your Planet are well pleased with you, Kal-El. 
You have served them faithfully and they are grateful for it. 

And yet you have returned to reason with me once again. 

My son, I have tried to anticipate your ever question. This is one I'd... hoped you would not ask.

Kal-El: 
My attatchments, um, the feelings which I have developed for a certain human being have deeply affected me, Father.

Jor-El: 
You CANNOT serve humanity by investing your time and emotion in one human being at the expence of the rest. 

The concepts are mutally exclusive.

Kal-El: 
And if I no longer wish to serve humanity...

Jor-El: 
Is this how you repay their gratitude? By abandoning the weak, the defenceless, the needy for the sake of you selfish pursuits?

Kal-El: 
Selfish!? After all I've done for them? 
Will there ever come a time when I've served enough? At least they get a chance for happiness. I only ask as much, no more.


Jor-El: 
Yours is a higher happiness. 
The fulfillment of your mission, as inspiration you must have felt. 
You must have felt that happiness within you. 
My Son, surely you cannot deny that feeling.


Kal-El: 
No, I cannot... any more than I can deny the other, which is stronger in me, Father. 

[ Yeah, Now... ]




So much stronger. 
Is there no way then, Father? 
Must I finally be denied the one thing in life which I truly desire?

[ YES. ]
Jor-El: 
If you will not be Kal-El, if you will live as one of them, love their kind as one of them, then it follows that you must become one of them. 

This crystal chamber has in it the harnessed rays of The Red Sun of Krypton. 

Once exposed to them all your great powers on Earth will disappear... forever. 
Once this is done, there's no going back. 

You will feel like an ordinary man 
and you can be harmed like an ordinary man. 

Think, Kal-El, I beg you.

Kal-El: 
[with Defiance]
Father... I love her.

Jor-El: 
Think, Kal-El.

Think.

[He Doesn’t - Kal-El steps into the chamber]





Father? If you can hear me, I failed. I failed you, I failed myself, and... and all humanity. I traded my birthright for a life submission in a world that's ruled by your enemies. There's nobody left to help them now... the people of the world... not since I... 

FATHER!!

Jor-El: 
Listen carefully, my son, 
for we shall never speak again. 
If you hear me now then you have made use of the only means left in you: 

The crystal source through which our communications begun. 

The circle is now complete. 

You have made a dreadful mistake, Kal-El. 
You did this of your own free will in spite of all I could say to dissuade you.

Clark Kent: 
I, uh...

Jor-El: 
Now, you have returned to me for one last chance to redeem yourself. 

This too finally I have anticipated, my son.
Clark Kent: Father, no...

Jor-El: 
Look at me, Kal-El. Once before when you were small, I died while giving you a chance for life. And now, even though it will exhaust the final energy left within me- 
Look at me, Kal-El. 

The Kryptonian prophecy will be at once fulfilled. 
The son becomes the father, the father becomes the son. 

Farewell forever, Kal-El. 

Remember me, My Son.













Saturday 29 September 2018

Duty



Capt. Jean-Luc Picard :
You're a Starfleet Officer!
You have a DUTY..!!

Capt. James T. Kirk :
I don't need to be lectured by you -
I was out saving The Galaxy when your grandfather was in diapers.





NO — WRONG

Duty, Honor, Country




Gen. Indicates a West Point graduate and gives his Class.Douglas MacArthur's speech to the Corps of Cadets 
at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point, N.Y., May 12, 1962, 
in accepting the Thayer Award.a 


General Westmoreland, General Indicates a West Point graduate and gives his Class.Groves, distinguished guests, and gentlemen of the Corps,

As I was leaving the hotel this morning, a doorman asked me, "Where are you bound for, General?" and when I replied, "West Point," he remarked, "Beautiful place: have you ever been there before?" [Laughter]

No human being could fail to be deeply moved by such a tribute as this, coming from a profession I have served so long and a people I have loved so well. It fills me with an emotion I cannot express. But this award is not intended primarily to honorº a personality, but to symbolize a great moral code — the code of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved land of culture and ancient descent. That is the animation of this medallion. For all eyes and for all time, it is an expression of the ethics of the American soldier. That I should be integrated in this way with so noble an ideal, arouses a sense of pride and yet of humility which will be with me always.

"Duty, Honor, Country" — those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying point to build courage when courage seems to fail, to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith, to create hope when hope becomes forlorn.

Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they mean.

The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase. Every pedant, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different character, will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and ridicule.

But these are some of the things they do.º They build your basic character. They mold you for your future roles as the custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid.

They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for action; not to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

They give you a temper of the will,º a quality of theº imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for adventure over love of ease.

They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an officer and a gentleman.

And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory?

Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man at arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battlefieldº many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then, as I regard him now, as one of the world's noblest figures; not only as one of the finest military characters, but also as one of the most stainless.

His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give. He needs no eulogy from me, or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy's breast.

But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successful patriotism. He belongs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the principles of liberty and freedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements. º

In twenty campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people. From one end of the world to the other, he has drained deep the chalice of courage.

As I listened to those songs, in memory's eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs on many a weary march, from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle-deep through theº mire of shell-pocked roads, to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God.

I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory.

Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as we soughtº the way and the light and the truth.º And twenty years after, on the other side of the globe, againº the filth of murky foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts, those broilingº suns ofº relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms, the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails, the bitterness of long separation of those they loved and cherished, the deadly pestilence of tropicalº disease, the horror of stricken areas of war.

Their resolute and determined defense, their swift and sure attack, their indomitable purpose, their complete and decisive victory — always victory, always through the bloody haze of their last reverberating shot, the vision of gaunt, ghastly men, reverently following your password of Duty, Honor, Country.

The code which those words perpetuate embraces the highest moral law and will stand the test of any ethics or philosophies ever promoted for the uplift of mankind. Its requirements are for the things that are right, and its restraints are from the things that are wrong. The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training: sacrifice. In battle and in the face of danger and death, he disposes those divine attributes which his Maker gave when he created man in His own image. No physical courage and no brute instinct can take the place of the divine help which alone can sustain him. However hard the incidents of war may be, the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country is the noblest development of mankind. º

You now face a new world, a world of change. The thrust into outer space of the satellite spheres and missiles mark a beginning of another epoch in the long story of mankind.º In the five or more billions of years the scientists tell us it has taken to form the earth, in the three or more billion years of development of the human race, there has never been a more abrupt or staggering evolution. We deal now, not with things of this world alone, but with the illimitable distances and asº yet unfathomed mysteries of the universe. We are reaching out for a new and boundless frontier. We speak in strange terms: of harnessing the cosmic energy; of making winds and tides work for us; of creating unheard synthetic materials to supplement or even replace our old standard basics; to purify sea water for our drink; of mining the ocean floors for new fields of wealth and food; of disease preventatives to expand life into the hundreds of years; of controlling the weather for a more equitable distribution of heat and cold, of rain and shine; of spaceships to the Moon;º of the primary target in war, no longer limited to the armed forces of an enemy, but instead to include his civil populations;ºd of ultimate conflict between a united human race and the sinister forces of some other planetary galaxy; ofº such dreams and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all time.º

And through all this welter of change and development your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable. It is to win our wars. Everything else in your professional career is but corollary to this vital dedication. All other public purposes,º all other public projects, all other public needs, great or small, will find others for their accomplishment;º but you are the ones who are trained to fight. Yours is the profession of arms, the will to win, the sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory, that if you lose, the Nation will be destroyed, that the very obsession of your public service must be Duty, Honor, Country.

Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men's minds. But serene, calm, aloof, you stand as the Nation's war guardians, as its lifeguards from the raging tides of international conflict, as its gladiators in the arena of battle. For a century and a half you have defended, guarded and protected its hallowed traditions of liberty and freedom, of right and justice. Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of our processes of government: whether our strength is being sapped by deficit financing indulged in too long, by federal paternalism grown too mighty, by power groups grown too arrogant, by politics grown too corrupt, by crime grown too rampant, by morals grown too low, by taxes grown too high, by extremists grown too violent; whether our personal liberties are as firm and complete as they should be; these great national problems are not for your professional participation or military solution. Your guidepost stands out like a tenfold beacon in the night: Duty, Honor, Country.

You are the leaven which binds together the entire fabric of our national system of defense. From your ranks come the great captains who hold the Nation's destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin sounds.

The Long Gray Line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country.

This does not mean that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: "Only the dead have seen the end of war."e

The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished — tone and tint. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen then, but with thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll. In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory alwaysº I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty, Honor, Country.

Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps.

I bid you farewell.

Wednesday 15 August 2018

The Royal House of Skywalker




[Darth Vader has just cut off Luke's right hand, which has his lightsaber]
LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
OW!!!

I have now sacrificed a limb/eye (Needlessly/Willingly) -
 This means The Shaman is about to learn something
Some Real NextLevel Shit.
DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:
 There is No Escape! 

Don't Make Me Destroy You. 

Classic Narcissist - 
"You're Making Me Kill You."
"Why are You Hurting Yourself..?"

Luke, you do not yet realize your importance. 

True Statement.

You've only begun to discover your power! 

 True Statement.

Join me, and I will complete your training! 

"Clearly, only I can teach you anything useful or valuable in your Chosen Career, the Career I have Chosen for You."

With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict, and bring order to The Galaxy.
 Except that he is  The Disorder which still remains the minority voice in The World / Galaxy - he's one of The Leaders of It.

So, What's in it for him..?


 But this is important :

Vader Doesn't Know That He is Stronger Than The Emperor

( The Emperor Does, Because He Tells Yoda That He Will Be, to Taunt Him. )

And until he knew His Son (The Future) was, in-fact, alive -

It Has Never Even Occurred to Him to Overthrow The Emperor.

Not Since The Last Conversation He Had w. His Wife, almost 20 years ago...

LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
[struggling
I'll never join you!

I will become a Monk.
 
DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:
If only you knew the power of the Dark Side. 

Obi-Wan never told you what happened to Your Father.

LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
He told me enough! 

"...all I (thought I) needed to know."

He told me you killed him!

..from a certain point of view.
Which some certain hypocritical Secondary Father of Mine chose to invest my beliefs in 
(for his own self-serving ends)

DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:
No. I am Your Father.

Vader never lies to him.
Obi-Wan (The Secondary Father) Lies to him constantly.

As All Jedi Do.
LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
[shocked
No. No! That's not true! 

Yes, it's True - This Man Has No Dick.

That's impossible!

No it isn't.
He Sired You Before He Lost It.



DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:
Search your feelings; you know it to be True!

LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
NOOOOOOO! 
NOOOOOOOO!!!

DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father: 
Luke, you can destroy The Emperor. 

No, He Can't.  
Not as such.
But he can inspire The One Who Can Destroy The Emperor 

He has foreseen this. 

It's a Cassandra Prophecy.
Just like everything Snoke sees -
100% Truth, completely misinterpreted. 

It is your destiny! 

Join me, and together, we can rule the galaxy as Father and Son! 

That isn't how it works - it never works that way.
That ambitious arrogance will destroy an Empire,
and many Great Kingdoms besides.

See King Henry II, Richard I and King John.

The Ruling House of Hanover



Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 
 
"I was told that, in England, always The Prince hates The King."

 
George, Prince of Wales,
Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg
Duke of Rothsay,
Duke of Cornwall:  

Is that why he's mad? 
Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 

If he's mad, you've made him so by your idleness. 
George, Prince of Wales,
Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg
Duke of Rothsay,
Duke of Cornwall: 
If I'm idle, it's because the King gives me nothing to do. 
Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 
Do? Do what I do. I support him. 
I have of his children. 

George, Prince of Wales,
Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg
Duke of Rothsay,
Duke of Cornwall: 
Be grateful to me for giving you a breathing space... no, a breeding space. 
 I'm sorry. That really is awfully funny. 
Ha ha ha ha! 
Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 

George. No, George, please. 
George, Prince of Wales,
Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg
Duke of Rothsay,
Duke of Cornwall :
 
Ahem. 
Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover :

Please let me stay with him. 
Please
George, Prince of Wales,
Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg
Duke of Rothsay,
Duke of Cornwall:  
No, madam. 
Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover :
 On what authority? 
George, Prince of Wales,
Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg
Duke of Rothsay,
Duke of Cornwall :
 
Medical authority, ma'am.
On the authority of a Son, who cares for his sick Father. 
Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover :

But I'm his wife. 
Don't I care for him, too? 

George, Prince of Wales,
Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg
Duke of Rothsay,
Duke of Cornwall :
  
Possibly, madam. 
 But in his current frame of mind, I'm afraid,
 
His Majesty does not seem to care for you. 
Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 

No! 

DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:
Come with me. 
It is the only way. 

Clearly Not.

[Luke lets go of the projection and falls into the shaft]

"I renounce My Birthright and Shall Become a Monk."

DARTH VADER,
The Ultimate Father : 
One day, lad, all this will be yours!

LUKE SKYWALKER
The Shamanic Hero 
(He Sings) : 
What, the curtains?

DARTH VADER,
The Ultimate Father :
No. Not the curtains, lad. 
All that you can see, stretched out over the hills and valleys of this land! 
This'll be your Kingdom, lad.

HERBERT: 
But Mother--
DARTH VADER,
The Ultimate Father :
Father, lad. Father.

HERBERT: 
B-- b-- but Father, I don't want any of that.

FATHER: 
Listen, lad. I built this kingdom up from nothing. When I started here, all there was was swamp. Other kings said I was daft to build a castle on a swamp, but I built it all the same, just to show 'em. It sank into the swamp. So, I built a second one. That sank into the swamp. So, I built a third one. That burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp, but the fourth one... stayed up! And that's what you're gonna get, lad: the strongest castle in these islands.

HERBERT: 
But I don't want any of that. I'd rather--

FATHER: 
Rather what?!

HERBERT: 
I'd rather...

[music]

...just... sing!

FATHER: 
Stop that! Stop that! 
You're not going into a song while I'm here. 
Now listen, lad. 
In twenty minutes, you're getting married to a girl whose father owns the biggest tracts of open land in Britain.

HERBERT: 
B-- but I don't want land.

FATHER: 
Listen, Alice,--

HERBERT: 
Herbert.

FATHER: 
'Erbert. We live in a bloody swamp. We need all the land we can get.

HERBERT: 
But-- but I don't like her.

FATHER: 
Don't like her?! What's wrong with her?! She's beautiful. She's rich. She's got huge... tracts o' land!

HERBERT: 
I know, but I want the-- the girl that I marry to have...

[music]

...a certain,... special... something!

FATHER: 
Cut that out! Cut that out! Look, you're marrying Princess Lucky, so you'd better get used to the idea!

[smack]

Guards! Make sure the Prince doesn't leave this room until I come and get him.