the rhetoric of love
Tu'Pari is dead. The plot against the Rangers, such as it was, has been stilled for another day. Strange, how it did not seem to touch us, out here, so far away. But yet for others -- citizengkar comes most immediately to mind -- the war was very real, and very dangerous.
I have heard from Mr. Garibaldi that several Narn assassins are heading here with a plan to kill ranger_wun. Now that Tu'Pari has been dealt with, I do not know if these Narns will continue to carry out their plan. I suppose only time will tell, but I have no doubt that mikegaribaldi will deal with the situation if it should arise.
Strange, how close we came to losing the Rangers. How easy it would have been; a word here, some propaganda there -- the late appearance of galaxygab does much to illustrate how pervasive words can be, lies, and half truths. When I met Vir in the corridor he shook the newspaper at me as if it were a weapon, and I see now that perhaps it can be.
Language is so strong, so divisive, and yet so seductive. I witness -- as few who live here have been able to escape it -- the changes in the relationship between Ambassador Mollari and Mr. G'Kar. Neither man could be accused of being taciturn, and yet, the introduction of this one word -- "love" -- into the discourse between them has changed everything. It resonates, like a stone dropped into water, and from the moment it was spoken none of us have gone unaffected.
So I pray for them, that they should find happiness, and peace, and that they should come to understand one another however their paths should take them.
*muses*
For with this latest development, perhaps their paths will diverge more than they know.
I will admit, when I received G'Kar's note informing me of his plan, I was doubtful. But after speaking with Londo this afternoon, I wonder if perhaps this is not just what they need. Distance. And...change.
It makes me sad to think so. I had hoped -- in the way we all hope, when we see that light in a friend's eye, that first blush of new romance and we imagine it could be eternal -- that Londo and G'Kar would find some way to survive this new change in their relationship. Would, more, find a way to thrive on it. I do not like to think it is impossible -- but I believe that both Londo and G'Kar, each in his separate way, has already resigned himself to the impossibility of happiness at all.
I have invited Mr. G'Kar to my quarters, on the pretense of discussing the contents of the message he sent me upon his return to Babylon 5. Ambassador Mollari -- wisely believing that any encounter between himself and G'Kar would be better supervised -- has asked me to play chaperon, and will be joining us.
I wish very much that _sheridan were here. I fear I am not strong enough to handle these two lunatics myself, and with John, at least, I would have someone with whom to sympathize when the dialogue invariably descends into shouting and idiocy.
Then, coincidence has served me in the past. Perhaps if I sit very still, and close my eyes, when the door chimes it will not be G'Kar at all, but rather John, dropping by to remind me once more that love is possible, and real, and ours.
I have heard from Mr. Garibaldi that several Narn assassins are heading here with a plan to kill ranger_wun. Now that Tu'Pari has been dealt with, I do not know if these Narns will continue to carry out their plan. I suppose only time will tell, but I have no doubt that mikegaribaldi will deal with the situation if it should arise.
Strange, how close we came to losing the Rangers. How easy it would have been; a word here, some propaganda there -- the late appearance of galaxygab does much to illustrate how pervasive words can be, lies, and half truths. When I met Vir in the corridor he shook the newspaper at me as if it were a weapon, and I see now that perhaps it can be.
Language is so strong, so divisive, and yet so seductive. I witness -- as few who live here have been able to escape it -- the changes in the relationship between Ambassador Mollari and Mr. G'Kar. Neither man could be accused of being taciturn, and yet, the introduction of this one word -- "love" -- into the discourse between them has changed everything. It resonates, like a stone dropped into water, and from the moment it was spoken none of us have gone unaffected.
So I pray for them, that they should find happiness, and peace, and that they should come to understand one another however their paths should take them.
*muses*
For with this latest development, perhaps their paths will diverge more than they know.
I will admit, when I received G'Kar's note informing me of his plan, I was doubtful. But after speaking with Londo this afternoon, I wonder if perhaps this is not just what they need. Distance. And...change.
It makes me sad to think so. I had hoped -- in the way we all hope, when we see that light in a friend's eye, that first blush of new romance and we imagine it could be eternal -- that Londo and G'Kar would find some way to survive this new change in their relationship. Would, more, find a way to thrive on it. I do not like to think it is impossible -- but I believe that both Londo and G'Kar, each in his separate way, has already resigned himself to the impossibility of happiness at all.
I have invited Mr. G'Kar to my quarters, on the pretense of discussing the contents of the message he sent me upon his return to Babylon 5. Ambassador Mollari -- wisely believing that any encounter between himself and G'Kar would be better supervised -- has asked me to play chaperon, and will be joining us.
I wish very much that _sheridan were here. I fear I am not strong enough to handle these two lunatics myself, and with John, at least, I would have someone with whom to sympathize when the dialogue invariably descends into shouting and idiocy.
Then, coincidence has served me in the past. Perhaps if I sit very still, and close my eyes, when the door chimes it will not be G'Kar at all, but rather John, dropping by to remind me once more that love is possible, and real, and ours.