Screams of a billion murdered Stars
Give lie to the night’s Peace,
While we cling in desperation to the Few
Fragile spinning stones we call Worlds
– Wayfinder First Order Hasturi aka The Mad Perseid 217 AFC
Lost in the surreal realm. Drowned by life.
Screams of a billion murdered Stars
Give lie to the night’s Peace,
While we cling in desperation to the Few
Fragile spinning stones we call Worlds
– Wayfinder First Order Hasturi aka The Mad Perseid 217 AFC
If we do not live another day,
say this over our byre:
They died like High Guard Lancers
with their faces to the fire.
– Regimental Hymn of the 11th Imperial Lancers, CY 4233
The soul is larger than the sky
Deeper than the ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed center.
– Enoch Vere de Vere, “Lamentations Sous-terre”, CY 9734
Love? Truth? Beauty? I prefer negotiable securities.
– DOGE MISKICH VAR MISKICH, “All About Me” 301 AFC
We are not the masks we wear.
But if we don them, do we not become them?
– Keops D’ao Tsumai, “Fortunes” CY 9683
Life? Life’s pretty much a
knife-fight in a dirt-floored bar:
And if they get you down,
you best get back up.
– GUNNERY SERGEANT HYWELL CY’RABIA, C.Y. 4681
Worlds governed by artificial intelligence
often learned a hard lesson: Logic Doesn’t Care.
– YIN-MAN WEI, “This Present Darkness: A History of the Interregnum”, CY 11956
“Requested: One Mark V ECM unit, 1000 km of
Fullerene cable, one low-yield nuclear warhead.”
“Purpose: Surprise party for foreign dignitary.”
– Argosy Special Operations requisition form, C.Y. 9512
With their minuscule families, humans are often
forced to rely on a “state” or a “nation” for support.
They might as well dig their hives in sand.
– Fragment of a Than-thre-kull anthropology text, approx CY 7956
To a god, a wall is but a line on the
page. We are all naked, seen beyond seeing.
– WAYFINDER HASTURI a.k.a. The Mad Perseid, 217 AFC
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Which is a problem.
If you’re powerless.
[“Manifesto” CY 8433]
– Drago Museveni
Here is the price of freedom:
Your every drop of courage,
ounce of pain, pint of blood.
Paid in advance.
– Sebastian Lee, “The Rising Tide” AFC 271