Wednesday, November 03, 2004

All around us, it was as if the Universe were holding its breath, waiting.
All of life can be broken down into moments of transition, or moments of revelation. This had the feeling of both.
G'quon wrote: "There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against powers and principalities, it is against chaos, and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender." The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future, or where it will take us; we know only that it is always born in pain.


Anonymous said...

Where does this quote come from?


John said...

It's part of a monologue spoken by the character G'Kar at the end of an episode of the TV show Babylon 5, last episode of third season if that means anything. FYI, G'Quon is sort of a religious prophet of his people.

Johnny said...

Ah, but what does the average American dream of? The average American's dreams are small, pale things, dreams of things like getting out of debt, being able to pay all his bills and have a little money left over at the end of the month, dreams that if he just wishes hard enough his children might actually make something of themselves instead of spending their lives in McJobs changing "Will there be fries with that order, sir?", tiny worms of dreams easily crushed and easily channeled into hatred of scapegoats -- hatred of liberals, hatred of gays, hatred of brown Islamic peoples overseas.

Where have all the dreamers gone, the dreamers who dream big, who draw others into the dream, move millions to dream? They are dead, gone, the worms have eaten their bodies and their souls gone to God. Some are dead of bullets, and some of lies. And some walk the streets with dead souls and dead eyes, living one day after the next until the day their body dies.

The American dream is gone. The American dream is dead, dead of cynicism, dead of lies. It may be that some how, some way, the dream might rise again. But until the death of dreams is recognized, there shall be no such resurrection, no such redemption. There will only be small, pale worms of dreams, easily crushed, easily chained to the will of the Party elite.

Orwellianly Yours,