Star Light: The Milky Grey

Star Light: Chapter 2 Identity, it seems

Understanding the context of Human beings, people with the means to define themselves against the masses, identity was rather important in the old World. So important it twirled around a select few, who did not opt for the greater move yet set out to prove how foolish and immoral we can be. Hence we have been stripped of our identity – no religion, no race or conception of other. No claim to a sole lover, or acknowledging the similar blood of a Brother. Our Mother is this Society, our Father is its Harmony. Together such a composition allows us to make decisions for the whole. They were encouraged to be involved or leave, it was unnecessary to grieve the glory of the fallen. For this one wholesome will allow Humanity to keep on soaring, enduring the pain of repetitive existence. We optimise skill and capability, over favour and meritocracy. The only bias which arises is to the favour of the best result. Those with great innate physical strength construct with ease, yet IQ is quantified to appease those who do not want to entertain such work. So they may lurk in the dunes surrounding the last City, scaling the damaged Earth hoping to find some memories in the dirt. You can find yourself an entertainer, who is not considered a fool or a progressive tool for our emotions – but rather a beacon of hope considering the various arts that didn't last. Some Human beings maybe built to be so simple, like an animal concentrated on mere living instilling nothing but survival and care for its pack. A Doctor or Nurse, who knows where and why it hurts. A Lecturer of the first Worldly Curriculum, gathering and understanding the World Humanity once knew and grew to this day. An array of choices with no commanding voices, to make us less free or displeased – a close match for Harmony.

What does Humanity really want? This question makes one stop, ponder and thought not to dive deep within the realms of the soul. That great immaterial steering wheel within the chest, easily steered by fear as it leers into its enemy, no answer. Religion no longer being an option to be heard, we opted for the Stars, made vehicles that have driven past Mars and Saturn, hoping such depths away would allow us to meet some Godly phantom. But we have been wrong, Humanity is still wrong, the loneliness is strong in this never ending dark case. As TP-CS glides through emptiness, exterminating debris, I sit in my dorm attempting to form a memoir of our mission. It was my decision even though I was advised against it. The Doctors say such dwelling inspires dejection, a form of mindless depression – a sickness which may not be foreign to Starwalkers. That is what they call us, Walkers of the Stars, even though we didn't step foot in the soot of Mars. We just admired from afar and gathered data, slowly becoming haters of this lonely place they call space. Nevertheless, we are all on this venture with a smile on our face, whatever age or old race, height, might or profession - the crew of 14 on TP-CS are my family on this expedition of 3 years with just over 2 and a half left. What did we expect? To travel and analyse the Planets with a new aim, to gain some idea about existence? This persistence should be rewarded itself. I sometimes wonder, gazing at data, if unrecognisable phenomenon hide in some unintelligible stealth. If they acknowledge something about us that tells them to hide. If we have not entirely overlooked pride in this endeavour. Who and what are we to see reasons for why we exist? Why must we depict living with purpose? Especially when it doesn't serve us, it hurts us not knowing. Throwing all our stakes on the greatest odds, hoping we will not be robbed of time. Reassuring ourselves that this is life, we must find a reason to disobey this accumulated strife.

Some of the maintained texts from the old World, we studied them like they were the shedding of animals – as if they were pieced together by lesser beings. I sometimes wish I could step into the past to have a glance at "people" - "Societies" - "countries" and "sects". Such words we hardly use today, we never expect division. How do you amass a fair share of provisions with only the elite being sure to eat. Humanity is a two way street, exploitative systems are the beginning of an end. We were taught how revolutionaries studied their lives to spend it on unraveling such a dividend. Karl Marx is one in mind, powerful notions which set in motion a wave of believers in revolution. A red iron fist which kissed many Societies, the passionate lisp of those who cried the inspired words of such a man, dwindled down to madness. The badness of a supposedly inapplicable ideology. Such beliefs today we consider scholarly, as it represented Humanity in whole. The storm of Capitalism started to show, and regrets was what those Governments started to sow. A War can no longer be cold if it's heated by amounted stress, and the people seek better and know what's best. Maybe this is what Marx sought or rather proposed in some twisted way. Afraid of subjugation and pointless misery in living, watching unfairness develop so strong it was killing. Imagine living to die, with several hours of time to find yourself after you worked like a drone. With no battery charge just a heart set in place like a steady dart, knowing the art of sacrifice to improve the state of your love. Baring pain with emotional gloves. A Human then was a being of sacrifice, whereas now a thing of hope. To die for your dreams is nothing but a joke. With that kind of martyrdom one can easily set smoke to the comfort of this Society which morally has hope.