Knowledge
Knowledge is a very important thing, that which you do not know; is your bane, until you know it, it possesses the power to utterly destroy you. The wisest, the most pretentious and prideful of their knowledge of their rule, rarely last long under the horde of barbarians shaping the world around them. It is vital therefore to be the humble scholar, always approaching every subject willing to master as much as humanly possible.
And for warfare, what better way to find a weakness then to create one? To change knowledge to obscure the known in unknown, change order to chaos. When we finally feel we have that grasp, I wonder what the world will be like.
Sorry for the off topic posts, but hey; if you're not responding to them, I'm not catering to you really. This journal has a purpose which I'm fulfilling by doing, keeping long standing promises and all that. Reading some sci fi. *smirks* I've come to love something that my teacher's should hate, loathe really. Part of me has decided to create some more good sci fi, just for the sake of ruining the namesake of a long standing institution whose pride has gotten a little too high on itself.
When we don't study Bryson for his elicit affairs, when we spend a week on Tintern Abbey and when the teacher explains the most obvious things about Mont Blanc that I really question why I partake in the class. When she asks about romanticism and I state the love of the aventure, when I begin to explain and she demands if I'm to use a term from another class, that I specify it's meaning. Sure the hesitation, to cite something outside her realm of direct knowledge? Hah, to start with names like Tryamour or Octavion. Then when asked if I wanted to explain further to retract and say I didn't want to. To explain some of the main story arcs but not nearly enough, hell. T'was a good class.
These are the days I measure my life in classes. in books in pages in thoughts.
These are the best days of your life.
And for warfare, what better way to find a weakness then to create one? To change knowledge to obscure the known in unknown, change order to chaos. When we finally feel we have that grasp, I wonder what the world will be like.
Sorry for the off topic posts, but hey; if you're not responding to them, I'm not catering to you really. This journal has a purpose which I'm fulfilling by doing, keeping long standing promises and all that. Reading some sci fi. *smirks* I've come to love something that my teacher's should hate, loathe really. Part of me has decided to create some more good sci fi, just for the sake of ruining the namesake of a long standing institution whose pride has gotten a little too high on itself.
When we don't study Bryson for his elicit affairs, when we spend a week on Tintern Abbey and when the teacher explains the most obvious things about Mont Blanc that I really question why I partake in the class. When she asks about romanticism and I state the love of the aventure, when I begin to explain and she demands if I'm to use a term from another class, that I specify it's meaning. Sure the hesitation, to cite something outside her realm of direct knowledge? Hah, to start with names like Tryamour or Octavion. Then when asked if I wanted to explain further to retract and say I didn't want to. To explain some of the main story arcs but not nearly enough, hell. T'was a good class.
These are the days I measure my life in classes. in books in pages in thoughts.
These are the best days of your life.