11 July 2006

To the People of India in your day of troubles

Today I join in mourning those which need not have been killed to achieve ends not honorable in their doing. In times past your people have suffered cults and religions and those that sought only to worship death and, in their doing, wrought ill upon you. Those days, though past, are not forgotten and now return in ugly modern guise to wreck upon you those things that cannot be gained honorably and so seeks a path of destruction to cow and destroy you.

Such great and ancient folks as you have kept to those things which can give path to liberty and freedom, though still some obstacles remain. You work hard and assiduously to better yourselves so that your children can lead lives freer and better than yours. These dreams of better future are anathema to those who have wrought the destruction today, and hold the same credo as those that did so in London, Madrid, and New York: death for you today, death for you tomorrow, death to you always... death and only death do they hold out to you and all who are Civilized.

These ones grasp for a world of blood and tyranny greater than any mere social ill can provide as justification. To them this world is abomination beginning to end , in all shapes and ways, they hate all who build a better life for themselves to make a better world for All. They only know fear through terror as their means and offer only death unless one submits, and even then your life is theirs to play with and end as they see fit. No world of one's own beliefs to aspire to tomorrow, but instead that dream of tomorrow they wish to darken and shutter forevermore by doing all they know to do.

The barbarians have struck again, and strike fearlessly to create fear. For them their own lives have no meaning but to create something in destruction to make a meaningful death, while unable to create a meaningful life. These ones have no decency to openly declare themselves upon a land to rule, but seek no land so that there can be no lands against them and slip between those things that join the world together. They have no pride in anything, save how many they can kill, and then boast about such to show how small their will can be. Never to identify themselves in open, because they know that would be an end to each and every one of them. And not to give a flag and nation upon themselves, as they seek chaos as their home.

These ones have no home and so seek to create it everywhere, and tear down what lets us arise above chaotic savagery and barbarity. They wish to sow fear amongst those who are civilized, as you have felt time and time again. To me as alone as can be these excuses are mere air, blown to give sustenance to those who support the end of law. Take no heed of those and adhere to those things that make you better. And join with us to run these ones down and ensure that in their destruction creation of closeness and friendship is done, so that free people may remain forever free.

They wish for death, these ones, and we can join and give them fair enough of that. For that time is coming when Nations rise to end this bloody wash. But in that doing we shall hold that death be fairly called, so that together we do not become like them, mired with bloody call. Death is fair in her fair way, taking all the same alike. But we can sure the ordering be weighted to those that give that bloody call.

John Donne, "Death be not proud, though some have called thee"

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

And final justice of their souls will rest upon them in that call. But it is up to US on this side of the veil to ensure that Justice is brought in this life and world, so that we may live in that knowing. Not evil to kill these ones, who seek our own demise. And together we can hound them and give them no reprise. This great task is one that will take great doing to all who abide by it, and in your mourning I hope that a hand of friendship reaches out so that we may join in this hard task.

For together we are stronger united in our grief, and will give those that seek our end... their own. They wish upon us All an end, so let us be One to give them as they give. But fairly, sternly and with heard heart so the world knows that this is no way to tread.

I join you in mourning for the unjustly murdered.

And my dearest hope is to join, each with the other, and help give end to this madness for a Just world where a free man can be free.

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