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“O ye, my brothers and sisters of industry. Beware of those who speak in the name of coexistence. You, my followers, exist. Your enemies also exist. One of you, eventually, will not. Coexistence is the creeping incrementalism of your demise. Do not pray for a good coexistence. Rather pray for your own existence. Then act.”
Thus Spoke Fred
Fred had left his cave of hewing and had spent years traveling.
On the road he was to meet with various alchemists,
soothsayers and wizards.
There were many more than he had ever imagined.
Some of these creators had invited Fred
to travel with them.
His own path remained yet to be blazed.
Vines and undergrowth impeded him.
And to take up the path with others
would only slow his journey.
And so he continued to
One day he was working his way out of
A dark but not-so-daunting forest.
saw a it open up before him.
Beyond the clearing,
a sea so beautiful,
that it drew him,
It was then that he noticed the trees.
Instead of leaning away from the sea
the trees leaned toward it;
the result of seaward
“O Sea so beautiful, you pull this strong tree as though it lusts for You. The birds sail upward when moving toward the land, yet downward and toward You when approaching Thee. Do You pull Yourself toward the moon or does Your magnetism pull the moon toward You? O Sea so beautiful, what mysteries do You hold that make the trees, the birds, the moon and I wish to be part of You?”
Fred thus spoke to no one and Everyone.
Tomorrow: “On Magnetism: Part II”