The fall of the Roman Empire did not occur over night. It is widely understood that there was no one cause of the fall of the Empire. This fact is particularly true for all great nations at the end of their power cycle. That said, one of the many reasons Rome did fall was the … Continue reading On the Crisis of the American Military
Month: August 2020
Status Update: Sixty Six
Deep cracks grew as I and the others took our rest. I woke in the morning to find the portal to our home unit torn asunder. Beyond it, I and the others beheld the dancers swaying once more, and the figure with one hand raised, palm out, beckoned our approach. Hand in hand with the … Continue reading Status Update: Sixty Six
Up Coming Posts
I thought I’d give an update on the status of my blog. I have working on a long form post on the changing nature of the American military. I am also in the beginning stages of right on an American Oligarchy. And, I am finally ready to wrap up my “Status Update” line with last … Continue reading Up Coming Posts
Status Update: Sixy
Although faded the murmuring truth continued unabated through the night. My home unit trembles as cracks begin to form around its front portal. The others can only stair in awe and these events. To continue with my labor now, now that all this is revealed, seems… futile… and a lie. The figures hand as dropped, … Continue reading Status Update: Sixy
Status Update: Fifty Nine
Something is happening. Just beyond the walls of my home unit, visible now from my windows, something… no no, someone is happening. The dancers, who until now have swayed to unheard music, encircle this figure as a single finger from its hand points toward me. The silence that enclosed seems broken and we, I and … Continue reading Status Update: Fifty Nine
Status Update: Fifty Eight
Silence slowly creeps into the wall of my home unit. So intense is it that the others are fearful that their breath may waken some unsee force. I too go forward gently as I begin my labor.
Status Update: Fifty Seven
Moans turn to whimpers in the pre-light hours. All marvel at the pre-light, that thing so unknown to us. I can feel the last heavy weights of un-truth lifting away. Where will this bring us? Within my labor I hope answers reside.
Status Update: Fifty Six
Even as tendrils un-light begin to wither, I feel a desperate moan issue from my home unit. The others feel this too as it seems to pain at these changes. I must discover the meaning of this with my labor.
Status Update: Fifty Five
The radiance of this dazzling beam has cut through more un-light. My home unit gives a subtle hum in it. The others awake to find new energy. With my labor I hope to encourage these changes to continue.
Rocky Mountain Musing 